Post by tuathade on Mar 31, 2011 1:18:51 GMT -5
R'vyn
Name: R'vyn
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Prisoner: No
Crime: Wh-what?!
Craft/Rank: Sr. Apprentice Healer
Appearance: Being of Northern heritage, R'vyn is naturally fair, though not to the point of being unhealthily pallid - yes, he does see sunlight once in a while, no matter how certain people might tease him about lurking indoors with the scrolls. On the other hand, extended sunlight tends to lead to him sunburning horrifically, and then turning into a mass of freckles. He has fine, cinnamon-blond hair that would be wavy if he ever grew it out, but he prefers to keep it cut short to a manageable length. His blue-green eyes are long-lashed and deep-set in a heart shaped face, coupled with prominent cheekbones and high, arched brows that are almost feminine. His hands are perhaps his best feature: it might seem like a cliché, but he really does have Healer’s hands, fine-boned and well-suited to the delicate work expected of him.
R'vyn is… not very big. He just barely breaks five foot seven, and his build tends towards the ectomorphic. He is slim, though not rail-thin; he has an acceptable amount of both muscle and body fat, the muscle giving him definition, while the fat keeps him from looking chiseled, softening and smoothing the lines of his body. While some seventeen-year-olds of his height show signs of filling out later, it is most likely that Ral will never be much brawnier than he is now. He lacks the characteristic gawky I-haven’t-finished-growing-into-myself look that would signal further transformation to come. Working as a healer, he tends not to do much in the way of heavy manual labor the way that some other crafters would, so he’s not tremendously toned, getting most of his exercise instead from La sending him off on errands all over the place. While most people are unlikely to see it, Ral has a thin white scar running most of the way across his chest.
Personality: R'vyn, upon first impression, can strike some as being… a bit stuffy. Well, let’s be blunt. He acts like an older gentleman who happens to be trapped in the body of a seventeen-year-old boy. He is soft-spoken, serious and formal, his manners respectful, and his work ethic stunningly good. Then again, he’s spent most of his life with all his role models being old healers, so maybe that’s not so surprising.
It doesn’t help that he doesn’t really know how to interact comfortably with his own age group. Where he is mature and articulate with adults, he is stilted and stuttering in a pack of boys. Ral’s closest friends growing up have always been his teachers, rather than the other apprentices at the Healer Hall. And while his fellow apprentices were quite varied in age, background, and so on, they had the common ground of all being in roughly the same training. If you couldn’t think of a conversation topic, you could always default to the safe territory of “hey, did you hear that Brinn is going to walk the tables?” and “could you quiz me on the uses of comfrey?” Easy. Not so with other people.
In fact, as a whole R'vyn is far more comfortable with dragons than he is with people. This will hold doubly true at Warden's. Guards are intimidating. Prisoners, especially violent prisoners, are outright terrifying. Dragons, on the other hand, are always safe. Even the most violently raging dragon can never hurt a human; it goes against their basic nature. At least in Ral's eyes, this makes dragons inherently better... and certainly better patients, at any rate. Whether or not the dragons like him back is another matter altogether, naturally.
His worldview tends to strike a strange, delicate balance between pessimism and idealism. On the one hand, he has seen some really very awful things happen to patients. The world is not always a friendly place. And he bears a strong prejudice against all Dusters - users and dealers alike, regardless of circumstance. But on the other hand, deep down he still seems to believe in truth, justice, and the general motto that someday, science will save the world. And while Ral is not the type to be especially sunshine and roses about the state of things, get him on a topic he really enjoys and it’s like a complete transformation occurs. His eyes light up, he speaks more readily, even his gestures and body language become more animated.
Contrary to what observation might lead one to believe, R'vyn is not actually asexual. Not that he realizes most of the time, mind you. Anything but the most obvious flirting sails blithely over his head. He’s got all those teenage-boy mad hormones like everyone else, but with no idea what to do about it – he simply missed the part of his education where he was supposed to learn how to talk to girls.
History: When Ralvyn talks about his history, there is a curious gap at the beginning of it. To hear him speak, you would think that he simply sprang out of the ground at age ten and already an apprentice Healer.
His father was a trader, who ironically had no idea that his brief tryst resulted in a child, and if he had known would have likely come back for the boy. His mother was a holder girl of no particular significance, save that she was addicted to Dust and much too young to look after a child properly. The hold in which she lived was too far from the nearest weyr to blame her condition on a Flight accident, and likewise not a simple matter for her to catch a quick hop between early on. To her credit, she kept off the Dust for a full turn, out of concern for the child's safety... though she still slipped in and out of the habit before he was even old enough to talk. And for reasons of her own, she stubbornly insisted upon keeping the child and raising him herself.
It was not an easy life, but it wasn't a terrible one either. They had enough to get by. If Ral were inclined to be wild, he would have run wild. But as he was subdued even then, he mostly withdrew into himself and became virtually solitary. And as he grew older and more capable of taking care of himself, his mother slipped further and further into hopeless Dust addiction. Even if he didn't fully understand the severity of the situation, Ral drew connections quickly enough between the presence of the shady dealer men and the sudden declines in his mother's physical and mental state. And eventually enough was enough.
A ten-turn-old boy against an adult man is not a fair fight. Ralvyn picked one anyway - not at home, but actively seeking out the dealer in his own territory, heedless of the danger. The Dust dealer didn't honestly want to hurt him, but he did want to scare Ral off. That reluctance to kill a child was a stroke of luck; the man was carrying a knife. He lashed out with it, but slashing blindly instead of stabbing with intent. He still caught the boy good across the chest - Ral was entirely inexperienced in actual fighting, and simply didn't dodge back in time - but the wound was broad and shallow, only bloody rather than fatal. The dealer fled before the Watch could catch up to him.
Luckier still, one of the local healers found Ral and mended him. An unlikely friendship sparked between the quiet, lonely boy and the somewhat grouchy healer. Even after he healed up properly, Ralvyn stayed. While he was too young to enter the Healercraft properly for a good few Turns yet, a spare pair of hands was never turned down, especially one with nowhere better to go. He did small chores at first. Simple things. The boy was quiet, subdued, and dutiful in his work, and in time he was formally apprenticed. It wasn’t much of a change, except that he could now officially introduce himself with the title of apprentice Healer, as opposed to simply doing the work of one.
When he turned twelve, he earned the opportunity to move to the Healer Hall and study there. Ralvyn leaped at the chance immediately. He never quite lost that solemn, reserved look that he’d had as a child, but he slowly formed friendships (or at least acquaintances) with his fellow apprentices. Still, the strongest bond he reserved for the healers he idolized - especially Lanakirene, whom he greatly respects, and who shares his enthusiasm for dragons.
Currently, Ral is a few Turns off from walking the tables. He’s doing well, and he loves his work; it’s easy to love something that you’re good at and that people will praise you for doing, after all. Why is he at Warden's? Good question. When Masterhealer Lanakirene started dropping hints that she wanted an apprentice to come along with her as an extra pair of hands, and that there would be a chance to see the new atypical hatchlings... Well, Ralvyn's love of dragons and eagerness to go with the Masterhealer outweighed his common sense. And now it's too late to run.
Other stuff: HE SAYS 8[ AT THE ENTIRE WEYR
Pets
Name: Yarrow
Species: Firelizard
Color: Blue
Appearance: Yarrow is an exceptionally pale, almost pearly blue, perfectly uniform in color all over. He's a big fella for his color, stocky and solidly built, but not to the point of being fat.
Personality: Confident, bright, quick, friendly, loud, easily distracted.
Name: Hazel
Species: Firelizard
Color: Brown
Appearance: A rich, caramel brown with faint lighter brindling on his back and flanks, he's a handsome fellow. Hazel is a little on the small side for a brown, making him and his clutchsibling Yarrow very close in size overall.
Personality: Shy, devoted, well-behaved, dependable, not good with strangers.
Name: Cress
Species: Firelizard
Color: Green
Appearance: Cress is a delicate firelizard. Her limbs are slender, her tail, neck and head are long, and furthermore, she carries herself in a way that suggests she could break at any moment. Her hide is a beautiful misty moss green, almost silvery in patches. On her right front leg a twisting vine marking winds its way up to her shoulder in a much darker green: a single finishing touch on a beautiful flit.
Personality: If it was possible for a firelizard to be soft-spoken, that firelizard would be Cress. She never raises her voice above a soft chirr: the lucky person to own this pretty girl will never be annoyed by the usual screeching or creeling they may expect from others of her kind. She is far too ladylike for that, after all: if she wants to express displeasure, she'll do it quietly and politely. Of all of the greens in Honey's clutch, Cress is by far the most feminine, and boy, does she relish it. She spends quite a bit of time preening and admiring herself, especially her single vine marking. However, she is not vain -- she merely wants to make sure she makes a good impression.
Name: Comfrey
Species: Firelizard
Color: Bronze
Appearance: In all respects, Comfrey ought to be a model of his color. He is a rich coppery reddish-bronze, the color fading out in marbled streaks along his wingsails until it is almost creamy in places, along with a lighter stripe down his nose and a patch on his tailtip. He is perfect in conformation as well, a balance of muscle and litheness... except for his face. Comfrey's eyes simply did not develop correctly. Where there ought to be whirling points of color, there's just a pair of hollow slight indentations covered by smooth hide. He also seems to have trouble vocalizing beyond the occasional hiss or squeak.
Personality: If Comfrey's handicap troubles him, he shows no indication of it. This big flit is honestly more like a feline in some ways; he loves scritchies, little tidbits, naps in the warm sun, and sprawling out on his owner's notes at inopportune moments. He is also ridiculously mellow; nothing bothers Comfrey. Pick him up, grab him, flip him over - the worst he'll do is wiggle a little in protest. Still, it's amazing how well a creature with no eyes can perfect the longsuffering gaze. He is terribly attached to both R'vyn and Dexeth, and can usually be found sitting on one or the other. Comfrey makes up for his flightlessness by being a fantastic climber and percher.
Dexeth
Name: Dexeth
Color: White (CCCCFF)
Age: Newborn
Appearance: Being born a white dragon, Dexeth will not be born with the best of health. Slightly underformed wings, thin, prone to illness, the pathetic little creature comes into the world with a big attitude and so white he almost shines with it. For all his initial physical ailments, Dexeth is a bright white, with splotches around his eyes that are an off-white with a blueish tinge, same with the socks of his feet.
He will be middling size for a white - but considering there's only been maybe two in the history of Pern, it's safe to say 'very small green' or 'very large gray'. His wings will strengthen with time to a wingspan that is impressive for his size. While he will never be super duper healthy, Dexeth will grow to be a sleek dragon, not overly muscular, but healthy looking at the very least. His eyes are large for a dragon, his teeth a little longer, and his tail is long and slim. He's a handsome boy! If only he cared about chasing. Or could.
Personality: Ever know that super smart nerd kid who thought he was as built as the local jock, and was totally wrong about it? Yeah. Dexeth is sort of like that.
Dexeth is nothing if not persistant. Despite any physical ailment he may have at the moment, Dexeth is determined to prove that not only is he just as good as any other (larger, shinier) dragon out there, but better. It isn't due to any illusions of granduer, thankfully, rather then it is knowledge that he is a dragon and dragons are fantastic no matter what color they are - or aren't. He is extremely stubborn in his beliefs that you can be this, that, or the other, and finds the knowledge that anyone can be anything at Warden's delightful
Even though his slightly idealistic senses may give off the aura of childish cluelessness at the world around him, Dexeth is a complex dragon. Brutally intelligent, his memory far surpasses what most consider a good Draconic memory, able to recall things he knows he probably shouldn't. He knows it may unnerve people to have a dragon tell them not only what happened the day after his Hatching, but tell them what they were doing when in his company, and is courteous enough to not bring it up on a frequent basis. Little facts he throws around, bringing up a mask of random dragon memory, but strives to keep his smarts to him and His.
This leads to a complete and total lack of social tact. Dexeth, for all of his intellegence, absolutely fails at interaction with other creatures and humans, falling into silence and flustered stuttering when caught off guard for whatever reason. When it comes to females, forget it. He's done. It's not that he wants to Chase them (at all), but they are so far off his radar of Knowing What To Say that it's ridiculous. Males he can at least file away in 'Kind of Like Me' but being a male identiffied white... Females are not his forte. If his rider expects anything to be done around them, His would have to take control of the situation. Sad, that. All stammering and lack of social grace, Dexeth likes people and other dragons. Maybe he'll listen for a majority of a conversation, but once involved, he is involved and good luck prying him away until well and truly finished. While His may be a wee bit of a shy recluse, Dexeth is not.
Not only is he horrid when it comes to small talk, let's throw in the fact Dexeth desperately wants to be able to fly like the others. No, he isn't ill! He didn't bruise anything! He has no cough in his chest! He can fly and play tag, he can chew Firestone like any others! When grounded for any various reasons, he will sulk. Unlike Iiateth, Dexeth luckily has no belief that he is going to one day be miraciously as healthy as the other colors. Blinding oneself to faults would do no good, afterall.
Always a sensible dragon, Dexeth, if a wee bit pouty.
Why Me? First of all, fucking adorable.
In all seriousness? Dexeth needs someone who will take him seriously, a person that finds his oddities and intelligence interesting rather then a thread or something bad. He is a smart dragon, to the point where he overthinks himself and has to have a rider that will think things through before they're said, and knows how to handle situations (albeit awkwardly). While in the egg, Dexeth and his exuberance turned Ralvyn off (he was very sad about that, by the way), he can narrow in that energy to getting Ralvyn a social life, further confidence, and he has himself his very own constant study. He'll know how to care for Dexeth, and always have a little assistant.
