Post by Zen on Apr 28, 2011 22:27:45 GMT -5
E'MOR
Name: E'mor (( Eromorir ))
Age: 26 Turns
Gender: Male
Prisoner: No
Crime: None
Craft/Rank: GreenRider
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
E’mor has a mop of dark blond and light brown hair cut long past his ears. If there was such thing called feathered hair on Pern, he might as well have it, though his explanation of his hair is that he just can’t find a good enough reason to cut it. As such, he usually goes a couple months without shaving off the stubble of hair on his face. He doesn’t have to shave that much when his hair doesn’t grow in that quickly. His hair is usually swept carelessly across his forehead. Sitting underneath slightly darker eyebrows are perhaps the most stunning green eyes known to man (okay, not really). His eye color is a pale green, almost gray blue with somewhat golden brown rings near the center of his eyes. His nose is large, and looks almost predatory and hooks slightly at the end. His mouth is thin and usually pursed into a line. His hands are huge but spindly and certainly don’t match the rest of his body very much. His feet are equally so, but no one looks at his feet, right?
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Personality:
But what he lacks in strength, E’mor more than makes up for in intelligence. Tell the truth, ‘more than’ is such an understatement it’s not funny. E’mor has made it his business to know everything about everything and everyone. It’s simple, really, getting to know whomever and whatever is happening is as easy to figure out as eating. It’s taken Turns, Turns of practice, but E’mor can easily read someone’s body language like he can read the back of his hand. Think Patrick Jayne from the Mentalist when it comes to the knowledge of reading people—E’mor makes educated guesses based on previous experiences with all different kinds of people. After his guesses are made, as he understands more of the person, he’ll change his guesses accordingly, and is able to guess on the fly. Usually, but not always, he is right about most guesses. Other times, people have fronts so hard to crack that he can be wrong.
As for information gained from crafts and inanimate objects, E’mor does the same sort of thing—he notices which crafts people use and follows them to learn them. He hasn’t actually learned any crafts through hands on experiences—E’mor is not a hands on guy, but instead he learns the ways of the crafts by learning through what others do with the crafts. His memory is above average, so much so that he sometimes has to dumb down his knowledge for people to understand him. He’s fine with it; he knows he’s smart and he knows some people can’t understand it. He does not talk down to people but, while he might or might not mean to, he does sometimes speak far too quickly for even himself to understand. Also, when he’s recalling facts, it’s not uncommon for E’mor to speak under his breath, as that helps him remember.
Generally, E’mor is an introverted man. He keeps to himself and to his wing most of the time. However, sometimes one might find him alone, off wandering with his dragon. He doesn’t stutter as much as speak fast, and speak with such intuition and knowledge that it might be hard for a person to keep up with his words. However, if one gets him calmed down enough so that he’s comfortable (usually by prolonged exposure or wine), he can be quite the amiable guy who may or may not be a good friend and certainly is a good ally. He is, however, easily swayed, though his intense intellect usually keeps him on woefully neutral grounds.
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Weyrlinghood was about the hardest thing the newly named E’mor had ever gone through in his life. He didn’t even think he’d survive the first sevenday much less the rest of his life, but with Cazveth firmly at his side, the new Greenrider found life easier than it had been beforehand. He still slaved through his Weyrlinghood like a Tanner slaved over his hides, but this was real work, not some strange half-work that E’mor learned just from his eyes and mind. Besides, he had to get through this scathing duty so he could live out the rest of his life as a Greenrider.
Graduating from Weyrlinghood couldn’t come soon enough. He was placed into a wing that didn’t appreciate him for his mind and made him work just to keep up with them, and he loathed every day he lived. He didn’t work like that; his body wasn’t built to put muscle on, it was built for brains rather than brawn. He stayed with that wing for nearly five Turns and was eighteen Turns old when he was finally moved into the wing he’s in now. Instead of pushing him to be something he was not, the Wingleader found that his skills were best meant for the background work. As an intelligent man who could read people, E’mor was used for picking out those who lied, as he could tell them easily from those who told the truth. His most frequent grabs were those who dealt and used Dust, as not only were they prone to lying more and with more intricate lies, but they were also the best challenge, as they were accustomed to lying.
Just recently, however, the wing has been transferred to Warden’s Weyr because of an outbreak that might just kill the Weyr. E’mor has never been more ready to show his wing that he and his dragon will be the ones the wing needs in order to get to the bottom of this… even if he doesn’t like talking to people.
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CAZVETH
Name: Cazveth
Age: 12 (I believe?)
Color: Green
Hex Code: 719988
Appearance: Cazveth is somber, almost drab, in appearance. Her hide is pale, greyish green, punctuated with darker “shadows” at her joints and the places where her limbs attach to her body, as well as near her eyes and on her throat. Her wings are enormous for her size; long and broad, like a heron’s, she’s not built for maneuverability and tends to look rather like a very large, green umbrella when she’s on the ground. Gawky and long-legged, she’s a bit large for her size but has a crazy fast metabolism that keeps her looking strangely frail—with very little padding on her joints, she’ll be prone to arthritis at an early age. She is surprisingly fast in the sky: well-suited to bursts of energy and almost frenetic maneuvers, she tires quickly.
Personality: Cazveth is a difficult dragon—precisely the kind one might expect to be bonded to a man like E’mor. To those who aren’t her rider, she comes off as airheaded, confusedly absentminded and slightly cryptic. More than once, others have made the mistake of assuming that Cazveth is stupid. They are wrong—this green is plenty smart. She’s not a genius, but she’s perfectly capable of understanding things. The problem comes with the way Cazveth perceives the world. She thinks nonlinearly, often taking very peculiar and roundabout ways to come to a solution. Directness is lost on Cazveth; she thinks mostly in figurative language and metaphor.
This can make her somewhat difficult to understand; in fact, it’s likely that only E’mor will ever be able to entirely “get” this peculiar green. To boot, she has a terrible memory, often forgetting even the names of her draconic squadmates; she probably never even bothered to learn their riders. She’s much more likely to just call them by some distinguishing feature and have done with it. People aren’t important to Cazveth at all—except, of course, for E’mor. She is a one-person dragon, fiercely bonded to her rider and devoted to the point of ignoring Flights and Rising only once or twice a turn rather than a green’s usual four or five. E’mor is more important to her than any male dragon could be.
Unfortunately, Cazveth’s love for her rider borders on obsessive—and this is something that’s rather typical of Cazveth. When she decides she likes something, she loves it unconditionally. There is no middle ground. If she decides she likes wherry, she is insatiable when it comes to chasing down the fowl. If she decides she likes a certain male, she will pursue him fiercely (she doesn’t flirt; she’s just as socially awkward as her rider, but she will make a point to always be where he is. Always). These obsessions usually don’t last very long, but they’re difficult to break. It is up to Cazveth to decide when she doesn’t like something anymore.
There is one thing, however, that Cazveth never likes, and that is women. She is a jealous mistress, guarding E’mor close and occasionally fostering those obnoxious personal habits that make him difficult to interact with. She’s very possessive and rather paranoid that eventually E’mor’s going to “take up with one of those soft things and run off forever.” If E’mor ever does decide to take a weyrmate, he’ll need to do a lot of convincing to get Cazveth to even let the woman into their weyr, much less let her stay. Strangely, she seems to have no problem with men—perhaps because E’mor is not interested in them.
Why me?
Clearly E’mor is the only person who can keep up with Cazveth’s antics. The dragon needed someone who could provide her with his undivided attention, and someone who could keep her in line when her neuroses started getting out of control. As far as Cazveth is concerned, she’ll never have to worry about some woman stealing E’mor away, like she might have to with some of those other burly, socially adept men she might have otherwise chosen. And she needs E’mor’s brain and memory to keep her on track when she ends up in one of her episodes.
