Post by apollo on May 31, 2012 5:09:27 GMT -4
Name: Audoron (Au’Ron or AuRon)
Pronunciation:(Ah-RON)
Age:25
Season Born In: Fall
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Au’Ron stands a good 6’2ft with a wiry build. His brown hair is usually kept shaggy but when he has the time and tools; Porth usually asks him to cut it shorter so as to not look so much like a begger. He normally wears a white shirt and brown pants, however if the need arises he has white leather armor that he can wear into battle. For everyday purposes he carries a hunting knife laced through the back of his belt, however in times of war he carries 4 foot hand-and-a-half sword.
Personality:
Over all Audoron is an adventurer –
Family:
Crafting:
Location: Born and found in Crom Hold – Impressed in Telgar Weyr – Currently at Trelis Weyr.
Rank: Wing rider/Search Dragon.
Wing/Pack: Check the wing and pack listing *may be changed depending on where we need whers and dragons*
History:
On a foggy night Audoron was born into a poverty stricken family, in their little hovel he was raised until he was nine. His father had come home that night dark rings nearly glowing under his eyes. When Audoron tried to hug his father he notice that his normally strong father felt frail. Yet the tired man still managed to embrace his son with all the strength and love he could muster. When Audoron awoke the next morning he went out to the well to get the water for the day he noticed a few people out in front of their houses crying and sobbing.
It was the plague that had swept Crom hold that made it burn to breathe like you there was ash in your lungs. Running back to his home he crashed through the door calling for his mother and father, but nothing even stirred to answer his calls. When he went into their room he found them both cuddled together but it wasn’t his parents laying upon that straw mallet, but only two lifeless husks that had been his parents.
For four turns Audoron stayed in Crom hold as little more than a street urchin he had to live each day just to get by and survive; many times he would be on the brink of starvation before he would find his next scrap of a meal. That all changed the day an older well dressed man approached him like he had been picked out of a crowd. The man had spoken of a once in a lifetime opportunity. The man revealed himself to be dragon rider of the Telgar Weyr and told Audoron that he had the makings of a rider.
Without a second thought Audoron left his childhood behind to become a Candidate for the hatching. At first he was lost living in the weyr under the candidate master’s rules. It was a bit of a culture shock for him and a few times he debated whether or not he would be able to sneak off in the middle of the night. When the day of the touching came Audoron was one of the last candidates on the sands as most thought he wouldn’t be impressed upon.
When the day came for the hatching all the candidates were gathered onto the sands as they awaited the hatching the silence was so vast that you could hear the first crack as the egg. For two hours Audoron stood silent and tall among the others candidates but sadly the dragon’s passed him by as if he was nothing more than a pillar among the sand. It was the same for his next hatching as he was left standing alone in the sand with a few others, but on his final attempt in the sands he was surprised as was the candidate master to see a small white touch him.
The Feeling was like that of a lightning strike as emotions poured through his mind Porth was his exact opposite but, yet he cared for Au’Ron like none had since he had lost his parents. Over the next few turns Au’Ron learned how not only to take of Porth and be a proper rider but he had become an apprentice to a Star Crafter. Porth didn’t like the idea of Au’Ron learning a craft as it would mean that he wouldn’t have as much time to be with him, but understood his thirst for a purpose.
After three turns as an apprentice Au’Ron and Porth left the Weyr for a time so as to map the skies above them and rarely were they seen in any of the Weyrs except when Porth decided they need to go through their drills with their wing. After two turns of almost uninterrupted solitude with none other than Porth for company and companionship they both decide it was time they pay their dues and head to Trelis Weyr to offer their services as a Searchdragon.
Dragon
Name: Porth
Pronunciation:
Age: 3 turns
Type: dragon
Rank: White
Size: 19 feet
Color Codes: #F5F5F5 #FAFAFA #FCFFF0 #8C8C8C #BEBEBE #D9D9F3
Appearance:
At a whopping 19 feet from snout to tail Porth, while still small in the terms of other dragons is actually quite large for a white. His hide while not pure white is more tarnished white so when the sun shines off his hide he looks like a living fluid metal in the air. His left flank bares a scar he earned during his first flight with his rider where he crashed into a rocky hill to catch his rider after he passed out from the thin air. When his wings are open against the sunlight the membrane is so thin that it shines through it and you can see the arteries caring blood.
Personality: Porth has the personality type that a profiler would label as a “The Resilient”
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Do not disappoint me mine or I will eat you.
Porth's voice is a low and primal version of Au'Ron's own voice he likes to think of himself as Au'Ron's conscience sometimes so that he has a reason for holding Au'Ron to such high standards.
Pronunciation:(Ah-RON)
Age:25
Season Born In: Fall
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Au’Ron stands a good 6’2ft with a wiry build. His brown hair is usually kept shaggy but when he has the time and tools; Porth usually asks him to cut it shorter so as to not look so much like a begger. He normally wears a white shirt and brown pants, however if the need arises he has white leather armor that he can wear into battle. For everyday purposes he carries a hunting knife laced through the back of his belt, however in times of war he carries 4 foot hand-and-a-half sword.
Personality:
Over all Audoron is an adventurer –
- Energetic – Audoron has a problem staying in one place for too long at times this need to move even gives him problems slowing down to eat a proper meal.
- Leader – Though he hates the idea of being in charge, but if the need arises he will step up and take the responsibility. He expects his orders and plans to be followed and always watches out for those under him knowing that a real victory is one where everyone comes back alive.
- Competitive – If there is any record or challenge out there that can’t be broken Audoron will attempt it. When challenged to a competition of any sort, even if he doesn’t know the rules or is at a severe disadvantage, Audoron will strive to win.
- Lives on the edge – Audoron is always doing something stupid and life threatening for the adrenaline rush.
- Seeks thrills, is prepared to try anything the more dangerous the factors involved the better.
- Is not bothered by rules or social convention – Traditions are not part of Audoron’s vocabulary; leaders and citizen they are all people to him and are treated as such.
- Thick-skinned – What other people think of him rarely bother Audoron as he doesn’t stick in one place long enough for them to wear down his attitude or mood.
- Confident – In Audoron’s mind he can’t fail where his abilities are concerned, when he accepts any job there is not a doubt in his mind about his ability.
- Forceful – When need arises Audoron asks questions once and expects them to be answered. If he is ignored he’ll resort to force to get the answers needed.
- Rebellious – If given orders that he sees as a hindrance to him or just to keep him busy he will often defy them in order to accomplish his own goals.
- Independent – Though he will join with a team if he has too most of the time Audoron chooses to “forget” the chain of command.
- Impulsive – Audoron is often chasing rumors or other legends when he has down time, but often times becomes enthralled with his next quest before he finishes the one he is currently on.
Family:
- Father – James – Deceased
- Mother – Aurora – Deceased
Crafting:
- Craft - Navigation/Star Craft
- Ranking- Journyman
- Strengths- Star Mapping, Navigation, Astrology
- Weakness- Horrible sense of direction in the daylight.
Location: Born and found in Crom Hold – Impressed in Telgar Weyr – Currently at Trelis Weyr.
Rank: Wing rider/Search Dragon.
Wing/Pack: Check the wing and pack listing *may be changed depending on where we need whers and dragons*
History:
On a foggy night Audoron was born into a poverty stricken family, in their little hovel he was raised until he was nine. His father had come home that night dark rings nearly glowing under his eyes. When Audoron tried to hug his father he notice that his normally strong father felt frail. Yet the tired man still managed to embrace his son with all the strength and love he could muster. When Audoron awoke the next morning he went out to the well to get the water for the day he noticed a few people out in front of their houses crying and sobbing.
It was the plague that had swept Crom hold that made it burn to breathe like you there was ash in your lungs. Running back to his home he crashed through the door calling for his mother and father, but nothing even stirred to answer his calls. When he went into their room he found them both cuddled together but it wasn’t his parents laying upon that straw mallet, but only two lifeless husks that had been his parents.
For four turns Audoron stayed in Crom hold as little more than a street urchin he had to live each day just to get by and survive; many times he would be on the brink of starvation before he would find his next scrap of a meal. That all changed the day an older well dressed man approached him like he had been picked out of a crowd. The man had spoken of a once in a lifetime opportunity. The man revealed himself to be dragon rider of the Telgar Weyr and told Audoron that he had the makings of a rider.
Without a second thought Audoron left his childhood behind to become a Candidate for the hatching. At first he was lost living in the weyr under the candidate master’s rules. It was a bit of a culture shock for him and a few times he debated whether or not he would be able to sneak off in the middle of the night. When the day of the touching came Audoron was one of the last candidates on the sands as most thought he wouldn’t be impressed upon.
When the day came for the hatching all the candidates were gathered onto the sands as they awaited the hatching the silence was so vast that you could hear the first crack as the egg. For two hours Audoron stood silent and tall among the others candidates but sadly the dragon’s passed him by as if he was nothing more than a pillar among the sand. It was the same for his next hatching as he was left standing alone in the sand with a few others, but on his final attempt in the sands he was surprised as was the candidate master to see a small white touch him.
The Feeling was like that of a lightning strike as emotions poured through his mind Porth was his exact opposite but, yet he cared for Au’Ron like none had since he had lost his parents. Over the next few turns Au’Ron learned how not only to take of Porth and be a proper rider but he had become an apprentice to a Star Crafter. Porth didn’t like the idea of Au’Ron learning a craft as it would mean that he wouldn’t have as much time to be with him, but understood his thirst for a purpose.
After three turns as an apprentice Au’Ron and Porth left the Weyr for a time so as to map the skies above them and rarely were they seen in any of the Weyrs except when Porth decided they need to go through their drills with their wing. After two turns of almost uninterrupted solitude with none other than Porth for company and companionship they both decide it was time they pay their dues and head to Trelis Weyr to offer their services as a Searchdragon.
Dragon
Name: Porth
Pronunciation:
Age: 3 turns
Type: dragon
Rank: White
Size: 19 feet
Color Codes: #F5F5F5 #FAFAFA #FCFFF0 #8C8C8C #BEBEBE #D9D9F3
Appearance:
At a whopping 19 feet from snout to tail Porth, while still small in the terms of other dragons is actually quite large for a white. His hide while not pure white is more tarnished white so when the sun shines off his hide he looks like a living fluid metal in the air. His left flank bares a scar he earned during his first flight with his rider where he crashed into a rocky hill to catch his rider after he passed out from the thin air. When his wings are open against the sunlight the membrane is so thin that it shines through it and you can see the arteries caring blood.
Personality: Porth has the personality type that a profiler would label as a “The Resilient”
- Happy most of the time – Porth is rarely angry however when his temper is pushed to its limits it is capable of leveling cities.
- Productive- Porth has very good concentration when it comes to focusing on the task at hand and often will contemplate a riddle for days on end or until he figures out the answer.
- Porth is able to cope with adversity with a minimal amount of stress – Meaning that even when dealing with those who would rather go off on their own to do what they think is right against blatent orders he doesn’t let them get under his skin.
- Porth is an effective problem solver – Able to see the bigger picture and work towards the most beneficial end even while others work for smaller victories
- He loves to laugh and has a very good sense of humor even when dealing with AuRon’s sense of humor.
- Has very high standards for those he works with and even higher standards for his rider not afraid to pin him down and threaten to eat him if Au’Ron acts in a way that he deems below his standards.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Do not disappoint me mine or I will eat you.
Porth's voice is a low and primal version of Au'Ron's own voice he likes to think of himself as Au'Ron's conscience sometimes so that he has a reason for holding Au'Ron to such high standards.
