Post by Scrollkeeper on Jan 12, 2011 22:46:40 GMT -5
Rishi
Name: Rishi
Age: 26 and a half
Gender: Male
Prisoner: No
Crime: N/A
Craft/Rank: Goldhandler
Appearance: For someone born in a seahold, Rishi shows very little of what one would expect from such a person. Very few lines have been eroded into his face from time and harsh weather, and the underlying smell of the sea, salt and sand clinging to clothes and skin, are non-existent. Hardly a trace of that lively sailor's accent exists in the voice he presents to people, as if the man has tried to wipe it out. He has none of the tell-tale calluses from pulling up nets and skinning fish. Instead, his hands are accustomed to swords and daggers; heck, even a pen more, than they are to a net.
"Pretty boy." The phrase has been applied to the man quite a few times in his life. And you know, it fits! Rishi certainly hasn't denied the label after all these turns. Perhaps, he has grown used to it, or given up on convincing himself otherwise. Despite not looking as feminine as some labelled "pretty boy", it certainly doesn't hurt that his visage has a soft, boy-ish look to it with a well-defined chin and Adam's apple. It's attracted quite a few people before. However, his days of being kept well-groomed constantly are well-behind him with coming to Warden's Weyr. It certainly won't do to have a prisoner escape because he was fixing his shirt, now would it? Though, Rishi objects to doing such a stereotypical thing.
Five feet and nine inches. Definitely not as tall as a certain wherhandler is, it's been enough to avoid ridicule from a short stature most of his life and hopefully the rest of it.
Personality:
History: Rishi's birth occurred during the hottest summer day of that turn. It was likely the heat wave at the small seahold known as Wherry Barrens, that caused his mother undue stress. The result? Her labor was a week premature. Everything went well and the couple had a healthy baby in the form of Rishi, the third child and the second son. Their eldest was their daughter, Rinavia, older than Rishi by seven turns, and the middle child for now was their son, Redrone, older by three turns.
His parents were a Journeyman ranked Fisher and a cook in the hold's kitchens. They weren't the wealthiest or the poorest in the isolated hold but the family, as with the hold, preferred to keep outside contact with other holds and any weyr limited as much as possible. Of course, they respected dragon kind and whers, even if it was grudgingly for the former. However, they refused to have any contact with those that belonged to the outside. Rishi, growing up, longed to leave the hold and maybe see another hold or even a weyr or two. However, he was often foiled by his parents, determined to keep their children away from whatever caravans and dragonriders who came to the hold from the places that Rishi dreamed of seeing.
A surprise came in the form of his younger sister, Tyshawni, in the sixth turn of Rishi's life. They weren't really planning to have any more but they cherished her all the same. Rishi took her as well, preferring her over his stricter and "meaner" older sister. After all, Rinavia had time only for boys and hated babysitting her younger brother, period. It often resulted in Rishi getting dragged along with her, sent to go do menial tasks for her & her friends or whatever boy she was making eyes at. The six-turn old didn't know any better and thought it better to listen to his sister rather than risk trouble with his parents, as Rinavia threatened quite a few times.
"I dare you to stay out in the harbor all night!" exclaimed Redrone to Rishi. The seven-turn old frowned as he looked up at his sibling. "No one else has to. You all got the easy dares!" Rishi protested, trying to get out of it. He would get in huge trouble with his parents if he got caught. "Are you scared, little wherry-brain?" crowed one of his brother's friends, older than him by four turns. "I think you are." "Am not!" Rishi declared, though quite foolishly. And so that is how he ended up sneaking out in the middle night to stay in the hold's harbor. The seven-turn old's bluster and bravo in front of his brother and his brother's friend quickly faded in the darkness of the night as moments passed.
It didn't help that he couldn't see either. The youngster ended up tripping and scratching his face with a branch in the pitch-black darkness. Neither of Pern's moons were lit during the chilly, autumn night. Blood started flowing from the nick and Rishi wasn't too happy. He decided to head back, seeing that it was obvious he couldn't handle it. The kid crept along the hold's wall, following it so he wouldn't bump into more objects. The place was completely silent except for the occasional footsteps and growls he could hear coming from the hold's whers and their handlers. Rishi was almost certain that he was close to getting back inside, ad then bed. However, that wasn't possible for the little kid that night.
Splash! He landed in the harbor's waters. How? Well, where he had been wandering was the seahold's pier. As far as injuries go, the boy wasn't directly injured. However, the danger of hypothermia was looming overhead. Rishi was never sure of how long he spent inside of the sea. It could have been merely thirty seconds, five minutes or even a couple of candlemarks. But it was the worst night of Rishi's entire childhood. He struggled in the water, floundering and unable to control his movements. Every single little sound appeared to come out of nowhere and the sea seemed to be an unreachable abyss that he was doomed to be trapped in forever. At one point, he was even convinced that no one would ever find him and he'd die there, shivering or from simply drowning.
But nothing of that nature happened. Something relatively huge yanked him out of the water from on top of the pier, and held Rishi up by the scruff of his dripping clothes. "What were ya doing in there?" came a loud booming voice from a giant of a man. Zelusk smell blood. That how Zelusk found. Zelusk's helped get up. Not worry. came the mind voice of the brown wher whose lantern-like eyes peered the kid in the face.. The little kid at this point felt as if he had never seen anything more wonderful than the wherhandler and wher. He had had enough of being left alone in the dark and the feeling of being the only living creature for miles around. "I f-fell." was what he stuttered to tell the man. His eyes continued to gaze up toward the man. He didn't know how to explain his presence there.
"If I had a mark for ev'ry boy that got dared to sneak out on Pern, I'd be a whole lot richer than any Lord Holder," the wherhandler remarked with a chuckle. At the confusion on Rishi's face, he went on to explain, "What I mean is that ya aren't the first one and ya certainly won't be the last, boy." Peering down at him, the wherhandler paused for a moment before adding gruffly, "Zelusk and I don't have all night. So you're going to listen to me & do exactly what I say. Got it?" Rishi nodded, hoping that he wouldn't get in too much trouble.
Shaking uncontrollably, he was afraid of to look up at the handler again. "Ya look like ya were half-drowned in freezing water with how pale your face is. Do think Zelusk is going to eat you or something?" he joked, smirking for a few seconds. Frowning slightly, the man realized what the problem was. "I'm not going to go and tell your parents, boy. What ya suffered is en'ugh punishment for me." An expression of relief passed over the seven-turn old's face. The man then introduced himself as Zelun. "And of course you already know Zelusk from the great lug speaking to ya." Zelusk not lug. Zelusk wher! Zelusk's know better! the brown protested and made sure both of them heard it. "Okay, okay, oh mighty wher! Don't bite my head off." He turned to Rishi, and said, "Come on, ya need new clothes." Without waiting for a response, the wherhandler turned and started walking with his brown.
"Here," the man shoved clothes at Rishi, after pulling his wet ones off, "my son's three turns older but these will do." Rishi changed, embarrassed by the fact. "Now, get along to bed. If I find ya out here tomorrow night, I'm a-tellin' your parents." The boy quickly hurried back to bed and neber forgot that night. He would also distinctively remember Zelun and Zelusk. His brother and friends later teased him for being a scaredy-feline but Rishi didn't mind. He was actually glad that the pair had shown up when they did. He could have drowned! That night also stirred a great respect for whers in him, as well as an interest in them. Later, that would affect his decision . But all he cared about right now was the present.
Two more turns past as Rishi's sister celebrated her third birthday and he, his ninth. His older sister was sixteen and his brother, twelve. Rishi had began to lose hope of being able to leave the hold one day, since they were talking about apprenticing him to a Fisher right there in the hold. The boy's dreams frequently featured nightmares in which loneliness, the feeling of being trapped, and endless water took center spot. His parents didn't understand why he woke up screaming, night after night. However, one of his father's friends, a Healer, diagnosed it simply as night terrors and they left him alone. However, Rishi never told them what they really were about. He was worried that he'd get in trouble and Zelun might as well for not reporting him. So he left things be and dealt with his fear as best as he could, hating how cowardly he was.
His brother chose to be apprenticed to their father because he was eager to follow in his footsteps and held a love for the sea. Rishi, meanwhile, was glad that his brother would lack the time to tease him. He had formed a new hope of one day be able to choose a Craft that required him to travel away from home. The nine-turn old boy was uncertain of what he really wanted, and it didn't help that his parents tried to influence his choice in several ways. One, they had him spend time with their friends that worked different crafts that would keep Rishi close to home. Two, they discussed how lovely it would be to see all their children and grandchildren in the same hold they were born in. When he wasn't dreaming of the loneliness, Rishi still entertained notations of becoming a Runner, to run messages for the hold or even the master of a caravan. Anywhere was better than staying at the isolated Wherry Barrens Hold. He kept dreaming, but they were going nowhere, anywhere fast....
Other stuff:
Pets
Name: Beast
Species: Firelizard
Color: Brown
Appearance: Deep, almost black colored brown, this flitter might at first appear to be some new and rare color, but he really isn't. Its only in shadows that one might really think he's a black, or something else, but bright light, and the bands of lighter cinnamon brown that ring around his muzzle, ankles, and several times down his tail. Large for a brown, though not overly so, he appears somewhat larger than he is due to being quite muscular
Personality: Aggressive, Domineering, Possessive, Independent
Rishisk
Name: Rishisk
Color: Gold
Age: 3
Appearance: Rishisk is only a little larger than the average Bronze, a small gold when compared the bulk or brute strength of some gold whers. She was very skinny at hatching, almost famished, obviously weaker than what is normal. While some whers seem to be made to be slender, Rishisk looks as if she were meant to be something with much more flesh on her bones. Her ribcage is shining through her hide, her neck thin and her tail whippy. She is not any taller than the largest of bronzes, and grew into her skinny body a little, building muscles to cover her bones. However, Rishisk will always look small and weak when compared to other queens. She will still be able to outlast the majority of the bronzes even if it has to be by sheer power of will alone but she won't be able to win against other queens with brute strength. She has no markings on her what Rishi calls her " stunning, metallic hide", being a smooth, pure gold. Her hide seemed a little large for her at first before she grew into it, the small folds and wrinkles disappearing over time. Overall, she's turned into a small but beautiful queen, her hide looking like polished gold in Rishi's eyes, even if it is not freshly oiled, a liquid in movement when she runs or glides. The good thing about her skinny body is, that her wings are able to carry her a little longer than average, something that will turn back to just average the more weight she gains.
Personality:
Honorable, Straight-forward, Devoted
An oddity in the way Rishisk speaks is her tendency for hiccups. Her own name often sounds more like one of her hiccups than a word. Her voice is generally rough and cheeping, at any given time, excluding when she tries to force her will, where it turns into a melodic, though with a few edges, sound.
