Post by Filch on Jan 15, 2011 0:00:14 GMT -5
H'und
Name: H'und (Previously Halund)
Age: 20 turns.
Gender: Male.
Prisoner: No
Craft/Rank: Weyrling
Appearance: H'und was a muscular man, though not to the degree that he looks like hunks of flesh thrown on to a figure of a person. No, one can actually see the actual person quite well, and, that was a pretty good thing. He was far from stereotypical looking for a gay man, but he was still attractive. Pretty was far from the right word when the person looked like, when they glared, that they would snap your neck with little to no hesitation.
His hair was a fairly nice color, a bronze that was hard to place in brown or dark gold, though it usually fell in to the later category. It came down to the middle of his neck where it was longest, and other than that, had little form of order, though, it was kept free of all tangles and dirt.
The man's eyes were gray; not a blueish gray or a greenish gray, but just plain gray. They were kind, though, despite what one would think, though this kindness was often shadowed by naturally low eyebrows that made it look as if he was in a perpetual state of unhappyness. However, this upset appearance was usually quickly brushed away by even the slightest smile.
Personality: On most occasions, H'und was a stoic, silent man, and it was difficult to see the more emotional side he posessed. If one was to speak to him, they would find all of the replies in a curt, almost blank tone that had little expression in it, though it could make one feel as if they were interrupting his long train of thought.
And thought was where he usually was, rarely talking unless he was spoken to first. On the rare occasions he did speak up, it was usually to point out something was wrong or that there was something that person was missing. However, he only commented when the mistake was severe and effected multiple people, preffering not to get on the bad side of people. In some rare cases, a breif flash of wit would appear, only to dissappear so quickly that one was sure it had never appeared.
He was a germaphobe; it was not uncommon for him to avoid a place entirely if there was a hightened risk of disease or grime and he had the option to go there or not. H'und is also obsessed with order; everything had to be in order, and that which was not was quickly fixed, something that made him feared by all who dare toss something out of place, as he would go so far as to hunt someone down to make sure they never did it again.
His appearance made it very hard to believe that there was a soft side to the stoic man, but there was, and it was what showed when he spoke for any amount of time. H'und is a hopeless romantic and suffers from puppy dog syndrome, constantly following around the object of affection like they were going to get attacked at any moment. If he is speaking with that person, he relaxes considerably, and is easily embarassed, which caused amusing moments of blushing and stuttering.
The man is also desperately in love with all things fluffy or otherwise adorable, having some strange, instinctual need to protect whatever or whoever it was. This extends to those too weak to fend for themselves, which means it's often easy, if one wished, to manipulate the man in to feeling sympathy for anyone or anything. Once he decides to protect someone, he tries to never go back on it, and will try his hardest to keep the person or thing safe.
He also is a bit of a workaholic, constantly wanting to do things perfect, always trying to be on schedule to the best of his ability. H'und is the kind of guy who shows up at his own surprise party to set up decorations, make sure food was good...and then not even attend it, because he didn't want to ruin it for everyone else. He's also the kind of person who, after you cut his throat, will apologize for bleeding on your shirt with his last breath.
History:
H'und's life was ordinary. Or, as ordinary as a life in a world with dragons could be. His father was a fisherman who was often gone on fishing trips, and his mother a minor weaver that spent most of her time looking after her two children, H'und and his older sister. Of course, nothing good ever lasts. H'und's father, on one of his rare vacations from fishing, was murdered by a duster who had been desperate to mug him for marks for his next fix. His mother was devastated, but she carried on raising her children as best she could.
A gallant effort, but a failure all the same. His older sister was searched at the age of thirteen, and quickly Impressed a Green dragon at Benden. At this time, his mother fell ill with breast cancer, though it was mostly only know as a wasting disease. His mother sent him to live in his greenriding sisters Weyr, and once he was of age he became a candidate. He stood multiple times, failing to Impress each one. He began toconsider going to the harper hall to train as an archivist, but he was far too old. Then, the prison was founded.
He was sent off as a candidate, though his sister decided to give him a firelizard egg shortly before he left. The egg hatched quickly into a lovely little Green named Seer, a delightful little thing he grew to love, and she accomponied him to the prison. He managed to Impress to a dragon during the small Hatching, despite being deeply saddened by the two little Greens that went Between. The poor things, they didn't deserve to die! He feels horrible guilt for this, even though it isn't his fault.
He took the weyrling training diligently, being a good student as always. Of course, things don't always go as planned. He was assaulted by a prisoner with a well hidden violent streak who had been thoroughly fed-up with doing work in the fields. While one would assume that the man would easily fight back, the other was too fragile, in his opinion, to warrant hurting. Or, perhaps he was just too shocked; after all, he really had never been attacked before.
Seer had made the man back off by assaulting the face of the attacker, screeching her disgust as she attempted to dismantle his face, being pulled back from chasing the prisoner with soft words and scratches, leaving the man who had attacked Hers with a garden tool with a hiss.
Other stuff:
Seer
Name: Seer
Species: Firelizard
Color: Green
Appearance: A fairly dull looking green covers the majority of her body, giving her a look of perpetual sadness. This color is only broken by a green-tinged white that circles her eyes, the color fading in to existance there before reappearing in a circle around her tail and ankles, giving her an almost tribal appearance that was completed by the bright green diamond-like shape on her forehead.
Personality: Unlike her name or appearance suggests, Seer is not wise or mystical. In fact, she's just one giant bundle of joy, willingly nuzzling the face of anyone who is nearby. She has a habit of sitting on her bonded's head and grooming his hair laborously as a sign of her love, an action that was used to comfort anyone she thought was worried. She can be a bit motherly in how protective she can get over those she cares for, finding those who deserve her affection (pretty much everyone) to be in dire need of her assistance.
Seer is like a volcano: while she's slow to anger, once she does, it comes with an unbearable, relentless force that destroys all she can find. However, as she isn't the brightest crayon in the box, she can be easily soothed; usually, an offering of food will effectively bring her back to her calm, happy state.
Coreth
[/size]Name: Coreth
Age:Weyrling
Color: Bronze
Appearance:
Size is a matter of perspective, really. Coreth, for example, would be of insane length, were he a green. He'd be a fantastically large blue. It's only when compared against a brown that Coreth begins to come in on the smaller end of things. The problem is that Coreth is, in fact, a bronze. He's a beautiful creature, really, streamlined and elegant, built for speed. His hide ranges toward the green end of the bronze spectrum, and he's on the darker end as well, with streaks of pale bronze along his wings and at the tip of his tail. But there's no way around it, Coreth is a runt, most comparable in size to a small brown.
Personality:
H'und! H'und, come quick! H'und, it's an emergency! There's a monster and it's after your Coreth! What? It's just a trundlebug? Well, it looked bigger a moment ago. It was acting threatening, too.
Coreth is, to put it gently, a bit neurotic. Maybe it's something to do with being small for his color, but this dragons list of fears could paper a small house. He doesn't like bugs, he's not fond of dirt. Blood is unpleasant. And don't get him started on felines. To say these things terrify him would be unfair. Sure, he'll start and back away if a particularly threatening looking canine heads toward him, but he can talk himself past it with H'und's help. Better to say that they make him uncomfortable. He just happens to express his discomfort rather dramatically. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Around his own kind, Coreth is a bit more relaxed. Dragons at least, aren't on his list of fears. Indeed, around his clutchmates, Coreth is sometimes able to distract himself from that endless litany of little fears. After all, he has his duties to consider!
Not a bronze of the swaggering kind, he none-the-less shows at least the potential to be a good leader. He's a quick learner, with an excellent memory for a dragon. He'll do well in those lessons that require intellect, though drills will take him longer to master. He's aware of this, and works all the harder for it. Perhaps because he feels his own inadequacies keenly, he's patient and understanding when other dragons struggle.
Of course, patient and understanding doesn't mean sloppy or easy, at least not when Coreth is concerned. This dragon is a perfectionist. Sure, he's a scared of heights, but even so, he will force himself into the air, again and again, until he gets a maneuver down exactly how it should be. And, when he's in a position where other dragons are under his command, he'll expect the same of them. Oh, he won't yell. He wouldn't dream of raising his voice. But he'll keep asking, politely and patiently, until he gets his way. He can ask until the sunset. He can ask until the red star returns.
Yet, while duty driven, Coreth is, in his own way, joyous. He sees the best in his clutchmates, and he sees the best in H'und. He loves the company of his clutchmates, and to him, it follows that H'und should love the company of his own kind. He can be rather unyielding on this subject, gently insisting that His approach that nice greenrider, or spend some time in the mess hall, talking with the other weyrlings. He's not afraid to speak for his rider, either, doing things like calling over the cute new candidates so that H'und can talk to them. He's convinced that His is quite the catch, even though he's not much of a flirt himself.
Why Me:
Coreth was drawn to H'und's steadiness, and his perfectionism. Coreth pushes himself hard, and he needed a rider capable of doing the same. Yet he also needed a protector, someone to stand between him and his endless litany of fears. H'und, large, capable, and caring, presented the perfect mix of strength and kindness. That kindness is important to Coreth. He sees great things in H'und, things he is determined to draw out. With any luck, H'und will benefit from Coreth's more social nature, and the two may, in time, grow past their fears and phobias together.
