Post by Zero on Feb 11, 2012 11:50:37 GMT -4
Th'eau
[/font]Formerly Theault
Pronunciation Tear-E-Ul
Nickname Theo
Age 24
Sex Male
Orientation Heterosexual
Location Born at Solace Hold. Residing at Trelis Weyr
Season Born Summer
Family
?? -- Father – Unknown Blue Rider (Deceased)
Cassandra – Mother -- 51 – Master Harper
F'lon Amethyst Aphath – Brother -- 24– Master Thief
Traylor -- Nephew -- 2
Vl'kan of Garnet Thormyth - Cousin -- 23
Appearance
6'1"
Brown/Black Hair
Clear Blue Eyes
Standing at a rough 6”1’ the man wasn’t overbearingly tall nor was he the shortest in his class. Medium to dark brown hair tops his head and a pair of clear blue eyes peer out from below. Due to his years spent out at the docks his skin has soaked in the sun enough and now holds a nice, healthy tan. His body doesn’t hold too many scars, though a fair few decorate his hands as a result from getting hooked by his own lines on more then one occasion. He sports a two inch scar that runs from his hairline, through his left eyebrow. A little gift given to him by Fallon during one of their more rowdy fights as teenagers. He is usually seen sporting crisp white or deep red tops with matching dark colored trousers and boots. Simple and clean, the way he generally prefers things.
Personality
Quiet, Laidback, Relaxed, Shy but can be a bit Cocky.
Theault takes great pride in knowing that his father had been a Rider and had given his life for his family and his Weyr. His mother taught him not to be spiteful or angry but proud and hold pride in the fact that he was one of two sons who had the honor to live on and carry on his fathers legacy.
The more laidback of the two brothers, Theo tends to mostly keep to himself, not bothered to go out of his way to make sure he’s surrounded by others. He takes solace in the moments he gets to himself, soaking in the silence before his brother can come along and stir things up again which happened frequent and often. On the occasion where he’s feeling more lively and sociable, which tends to occur around Weyr events, you can find Theault fully immersed in the atmosphere. Yet even then he continues to remain a bit standoffish at times. He actually a quite charming individual once you break down his few personal walls and get to know the man. At times even having the bold tendencies to flirt a little with the opposite sex.
Likes
~`~ the Ocean
~`~ Midnight snacks
~`~ Dragons
~`~ A good tussle
Dislikes
~`~ waking up early
~`~ running late (whether job or date related)
~`~ too much talking ruins everything
~`~ breaking a new net/line
History Where oh where to begin. As always the beginning seems as good a place as ever to start or as close to the beginning as we can recall. When rider boy met the young harper girl one warm summer feast, sparks were bound to fly. The pair were inseparable from that moment on, only parting ways when the rider had to train or fight the other deadly elements Trelis had to offer. Barely a turn had passed since the two began courting did the call to serve go up again, this time for a rescue mission. So the story goes that the rambunctious rider took flight with the rest of his Wing and Weyr. The event was a deadly one and many riders and their dragons came back severely wounded or not at all. That Rider and his Blue were one of the lost, the pair was never seen again. They left behind a heartbroken young woman, pregnant with twin boys that he would never meet. She had been planning to tell him the good news later that night when he came home to her.
That was nearly twenty turns ago and what an eventful span of time it was. The young woman had given birth to two healthy, non identical, boys, Fallon and Theault, each named partly in remembrance of their father who never made it home. Theault grew up more as the easy going carefree type, the complete opposite of his brother. Fallon was much more conniving and troublesome.
Theault was the calmer of the two and really never quite understood why his brother behaved the way he did.
Being twins the boys were always seen together, hardly ever apart. That was until they hit the age of fourteen and Fallon simply disappeared, ran off with all his hatred and pent up rage and leaving his brother on his own. Theo took it all in stride though. Of course it hurt when his brother left but eventually Theo got over it and began to move on with his life.
He started off small of course, his mother wished her son to follow in the harper trader but the dark haired boy had other things in mind. Not long after Fallon had runaway, Theault found himself being drawn more and more to the docks and the sea. Time went on and a young captain hired the boy on as a deckhand. It wasn’t glamorous but he loved every moment of it. Everyday since, for nearly six turns, the young man had dedicated his life to the workings of the dock and ship he had grown to love. He was happy, his mother seemed less stressed, and all seemed well in the world.
It wasn’t until he was nearly eighteen did Theo get the chance to see his brother once more. He arrived atop a brown dragon, the Rider had been a friend of their fathers, bound and unconscious. Theault helped transfer his sibling with help from the Rider to their mothers quarters and from there he began to learn what his brother had been up to for the past four years. What he managed to get out of their mother shocked him. To learn that his flesh and blood had turned so dark and vile was almost unreal.
As Fallon regained consciousness a fight broke out between the men. One upset for being dragged back to this “hell” the other for refusing to believe the crimes his brother had committed. The fight lasted only a few brief minutes but was long enough to break a small wooden table. It only ended when Fallon pulled one of his knives on his brother, only trying to ward him off, but ended up cleanly slicing him across his forehead. The Rider and a few passersby quickly grabbed Fallon and hauled him off, leaving Theo with a lasting scar and mixed feelings about his deranged brother.
The days passed and Theault eventually went back to his docks. Content to spend his lazy days fighting with the forces of nature till the day came where his next trip to the Weyr would draw him into the world of the whers. There had been a rumor that their gold had ran recently so there would be a clutch on the sands soon. Theo had some time off and it seemed like an interesting little world to look in to. It wasn’t like one of the night creatures would choose the observer anyways right?
Little did he know that one night while he was wandering the halls after a midnight snack that he would be thrust into a small hatching. He was given a rather large, oddly colored egg by the mother and ushered away to sit and wait for it to hatch. It didn't take very long for the shell to splinter and a little green to spill out. But oh did she have a little attitude on her! From that moment on the two were nearly inseparable. It was always Theault and his Thesk and although he missed his life at sea dearly he wouldn't trade his little girl for the world.
So the turns came and went and the two grew closer through their bond but as with all good things, eventually it must all come to an end. His tale of happiness came to a screeching halt one dark night under the deadly fall of Thread. It was safe to say Theault was more then just a little devastated when the familiar presence in his mind he had grown so accustomed to over the turns suddenly vanished.
Now of course losing a wher wasn't nearly on the same level as losing a dragon but of course it still affected him. From then on he chose to distance himself from the wher hold and the bonds he had made through the other handlers and instead went back to his first love; the sea.
So when Ar'rex, S'vrin, and the Rebellion all exploded at once Theault really didn't pay any of the ensuing chaos much mind. Why should he? He was no rider and really the only ties he held to that world was through his brother and his "mutated" dragon. So when F'lon left for the Rebellion, Theo put off the majority of his duties at sea so he could remain at the Weyr to take care of his young nephew.
Craft Fishing
Level Journeyman / First Mate
Turns 10
Strengths Navigation, mending nets, hooking, baiting
Weaknesses Trolling, slightly clumsy, tends to hook himself on a daily basis.
Golden Scales Brown Nesteith
Impressed To: Th'eau
Pronunciation: Nest-E-ith
Rank: Brown
Size: 30.2 Feet (6 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
Body: 7f655c, ae8f7f, 574747
Belly, Chin, Tail: d4b8a3
Dark Markings: 2e2a30
Feet: 1e1e32
Appearance:
With a body that is not too long or too short, nor overly thick or thin, Nesteith is the epitome of an average dragon. His muscles are, overall, well-proportioned to his size, though he lacks the natural bulkiness of most browns. His wings are on the thicker, shorter side but somehow he seems to look average nonetheless. This brown has surprisingly sharp claws and, strangely enough, he will demand his rider keep them as sharp as possible at all times. Despite is average appearance, Nesteith does tend to stand out from his brethren, if only because he is a tiny brown.
Nestieth is a mottled brown and there does not seem to be a single section of his hide that does not show off multiple hues. His base hide is a light, mocha brown colour, though between the lighter and darker brown speckles it can be hard to truly define his base colour. His belly and a section of his tail are a soft, creamy colour with hints of whites and browns strewn throughout. His cheeks, and the underside of his jaw, share the same colours. A deep grey mottles his head and neck, as well as his rump and the tips of his wings and tail. His feet share a similar grey, though there is an almost blue hue to the colour.
This particular brown believes that too much pride is a bad thing, and so he holds himself with an indifferent dignity. His head is never held too high, nor too low and he does what he can to make sure his stance is as neutral as possible at all times. There is an odd, almost feminine grace to the way Nesteith moves, every step carefully managed so that he moves neither too quickly or too slowly. Whenever he stands still, Nesteith has a habit of holding his wings just away from his body and rocking from side to side, as if trying to balance.
Personality:
Obsessive, Egalitarian, Hates Vanity and Boasting, Short Temper
Nesteith is all about balance. To him, the world cannot work unless everything is done in moderation. He believes one can never be too happy, too sad, too lucky, and so on. Everything Nesteith does, he does in the name of balance. If he spends a day training, he'll spend a day resting. He's the type to always repay favors, and he believes in the idea of equivalent exchange. Even hunting is done with an exchange of sorts; Nesteith will never hunt without first dropping an apple or treat into the beast pens as payment. He can be a tad obsessive when it comes to his beliefs.
This brown is an egalitarian. He believes all dragons are created equal, regardless of hide colour. To him, an amethyst is just as special as a gold and a bronze should work just as hard as a blue. If there is one thing he hates, it's when someone believes themself to be better than another. It's one of the few times his temper will get away from him, and when this brown is angry watch out! He's the type to believe that vanity, pride and boasting should be punished. It doesn’t matter who it is doing the boasting, Nesteith will stand up to anyone.
One thing that makes Nesteith uncomfortable is the act of flirting. Believing himself to be no better than anyone else, he doesn’t quite know how to deal with being complimented any way and will often withdraw into himself or try to escape. Nesteith has a good head on his shoulders. Like the angel and devil on our shoulder, he likes to look at the good and bad ways to deal with situations and does his best to find a balanced solution to any situation. It does mean he can be slow on the uptake at times, but he tries.
Mind-Voice:
I do not care who they think they are! Such pretentious behavior cannot go unpunished!
Nesteith’s voice is an odd one to listen to. It sits in just the right range to sound neither feminine nor masculine. He generally speaks in a calm flat tone, often times he almost sounds bored. In moments of extreme rage his voice becomes as loud and harsh as the crack of a whip.
Inspirations:
Nesteith’s inspiration comes from the Greek goddess Nemesis. She was the goddess of divine indignation and retribution who punished excessive pride, evil deeds, undeserved happiness or good fortune, and the absence of moderation. She is best known for her role in the story of Narcissus. Nesteith was based on the idea of maintaining balance and moderation, with an obsessive twist. His hide is based on the Canada Goose, a play on one of the myths about Nemesis. In the myth, she inadvertently attracts Zeus’ attention and attempts to hide from him in the form of a goose. His name is a combination of two names given to the goddess: Nemesis, meaning ‘she who distributes or deals out’ and Adrasteia, meaning ‘She whom none can escape’.
Bonded
Green Thesk
Impressed to: Theault
Rank: Green
Size: 5ft at full growth
Age: 2 turns
Color Codes: Body 9fcd72, Legs/Eye-markings 285b06. Wings/Heart-markings e0eed0
Personality: Head-strong, Vain, Aggressive, Blames others first, Prideful, Likes oddities, Stands up for what she believes in.
