Post by damien on Jul 5, 2012 20:59:51 GMT -4
Name: Dant’ris
Pronunciation:DAN-tris..? Danny-boy, Danno if you want to be stabbed.
Age:34
Season Born In: Winter
Gender: Male
Sexuality:Asexual
Appearance:
Tall, intimidating and rather scary.
He stands at a rather formidable height of six feet six inches tall, a life of constant working out and training has taken him from the long limb stork youngling he was to a well-muscled, broad shouldered behemoth. If you can find an inch of fat on him and you tell him he'd be sure to work himself into exhaustion to get rid of it.
There are reasons for his constant need to remain in shape. He's not narcissistic (far from it, he views himself as passable at best) but without constant work out his muscles around his injuries would stiffen and make his life a living hell.
A blow from an accident during their third turn as fighters in the wing resulted in extreme injuries on his body, and Szyth's as well though the dragon doesn't seem to notice nor mind them. Dant'ris walks with a cane, his left side being numb and stiff. He's unable to bend his left leg, he cannot lift his left arm over his head (not without extreme pain) and the left side of his face, if one looks close enough is actually frozen in a permanent scowl giving him a lopsided look.
Scars, thick white and tight, cover a good half of his back along his spine and by his neck some of them indented from where claws tore out flesh turns ago.
He keeps his black hair cropped shorter than the norm, allowing only an inch length of hair at the best of times to grow. His nose is too big for good looks and hooked, giving him a hawk like appearance. His jaw is too square to go with his high cheekbones. His eyes are his only redeeming feature, a rather interesting shade of blue-green.
Personality:
You wanted perfect
You got your perfect
But now I'm too perfect for someone like you
Rider Stoneheart is a common enough nickname for this man. He's usually ignored by others, not because they are overtly cruel or want to punish him but, because he all but presses his want to be alone on them. He's so uncomfortable in situations with other people. Most if not all, figure it's best to leave him alone.
Dant'ris seems to lack any feeling of empathy towards others (though his dragon shows no sign of being abused or unloved-far from it). This could be called a ruse, a mask he puts on perhaps but, its more so the fact that he doesn't know how to act in situations that include other people. He's so used to a solitary life that caring for others is just scary. He wants to, so badly (proof by his love for his dragon) but he doesn't know how. Emotional attachments are not something he understands and seemingly has neither want nor need to inspect such things further. Why bother? People get hurt, people die and they leave you. It's best not to expose yourself to such things, bonding to Szyth had been bad enough. Szyth after all could get hurt again.
Dant'ris is, above all else, a dedicated person. Whatever he does, he's going to give his best efforts to; he doesn't like seeing things done halfway. This is most evident when you look at him as the fighter he was and still is. Though the man no longer see's himself as one. He defines himself largely by this role. He spends quite a bit of time devoted to his training regime, and has from a young age. This focus - almost to the point of obsession - with fighting stems from his desire to become a strong person. He has seen himself as being somewhat weak. He is determined to train this weakness out of himself. His goal, through all of this, is to become strong enough to protect anyone he allows to get closed to him.
Despite this want to protect others, Dant'ris tends to keep almost all people at arms'-length. He does so by presenting a cool facade to most of the outside world. Most people see him as the cool, calm, stone faced man with no sense of humor what so ever. This cool facade keeps people from getting close, and it's maintained in some part because of the fear that if he lets someone get close to him, he won't be strong enough to protect them.
There is also a second aspect to the reason he keeps many people at arms'-length. In truth, Dant'ris isn't very good at most social interactions. He seems truly clueless when presented with the need to talk to someone. Small talk? What is this, what's the point, why do I have to do this?
Don't even try to joke around with him, his sense of humor for all intents and purposes, does not exist. Szyth has never heard him laugh.
However, once someone has gotten close to Dant'ris, he is a devoted introverted friend who will protect them with his life, so far the only person who has gotten to this rank is Szyth and he sees no foreseeable future of that changing.
For such a stone faced man he's incredibly shy about his appearance, and his injuries. Any direct staring or worse taunts tend to get his rather formidable anger riled up. He has a bad reputation for being a fighter believing in the firm rule of hitting them first and asking questions of the bloody mulch left over after.
Dant'ris is surprisingly deeply afraid of two things-and no one but, Szyth knows this (and he will take it to his grave). Water and bugs; specifically the type of bugs that are larger than they have any right to be. Surprisingly he's not afraid of heights even after his accident.
There is also one more thing this man keeps secret. He is utterly undone by sweet things. He turns into a happy, purring man mess when given pies or pastries. Of course-he does this in private only.
Family:
Main family-dead-
Mother: Elsa –Fisherman
Father: Jakan-Fisherman and friend of ship fish
Sister: Jalsa-toddler
Adopted daughter(deceased): Maikoe
'Master': Stone smith Tarisan
Location: Ista Weyr-The Rebellion
Rank: Candidate Master
Wing/Pack:
History:
Born Elkan, he was the youngest child of the fisher folk Jakan and Elsa. He was almost a year old when they took their boat out one-night to visit the ship fish his father was friends with and to catch crustaceans. Their boat got tugged along a rough current and unable to stop it, the vessel capsized. The only reason Elkan didn't drown was because his mother made it to the shore with him before she herself passed away from exposure.
Elkan was raised by the stone smith at Ista Hold. He had been the only survivor of a boat crash along their shore lines. He had to go somewhere and the stone smith was the only one who was free enough to take the child.
Fond of mouth filling nomatives he named him Dantanris, Dan for short. While the man did not want the child (he was a confirmed bachelor with little to no love for such things, or knowledge) he did his best to raise the child. He was a hard master but, surprisingly gentle in his own way. He did his best by Dan even though, at a young age, the boy showed no signs of wanting to continue the stone smith job. He was a surprising artist-when he could get forced to sit down and work on it. He had a firm hand with soapstone and clay making rather remarkable vases and statues.
Sadly, like most children and especially those scorned by those his own age, Dan became angry at the taunting calls and the bullying. Children can be cruel and they picked on Dan for him being an orphan and the fact that he had no memory of his mother, father or his sister. He was an awkward child; he fell down a lot, tripped into things and generally just had issues with his center of gravity. Far too long limbs and an easily distracted mind didn't help.
His time with craftsmanship grew less and less as he began to train till –he- became the bully. It was only after turns of him showing the other children, and the occasional adult that he was not one to be messed with before they left him alone.
At age fourteen he had quite the reputation-one that made him introverted and a hermit. He continued now that he was free to, to create works of art out of stone and clay and applying himself into the healer craft, specifically those including dragons and animals since they tended to not create deep friendships with you. His entire life he has only ever kept one thing that he has made, a small finger sized figurine of a dolphin crafted out of a dark blue-near black stone.
When he was eighteen, much to his surprise(and displeasure), a rather loud blue dragon landed in front of him one day and declared through his rider that he was going to Ista weyr to stand. He protested at first but came along with the dragon after much arguing and cursing (A dragon who continued to be annoying, loud and all around a nuisance).
What should have been a happy thing for any young man was a battle field for him. He stood and remembers nothing after the first egg hatched except a searing pain. Claws had torn into his back. A rather ungainly long limbed blue had accidentally slammed into him, claws tearing out furrows on his back. It had taken him a week to wake up from the drugs, and almost a year before he was well enough to move around again.
After that he swore off dragons, what need did he have of such annoyances? His back hurt, his heart hurt and he wanted nothing more to do with them. He did not want to go back to the hold though, not completely and instead got into the healer crafts once more working on his skills. Though he disliked his dragon patients extremely he was never cruel to them, he just treated them like cognitional idiots.
Surprises come when one least expects it though. It had been a rainy day, a torrential downpour to be exact. He had taken to hiding near the sands for warmth, unable to feel his fingers and other more important regions, when he realized he had made a rather grave mistake. Children filed in at a rush and he was pressed against the wall as a wave of younglings rushed into the sands. The call vibrated his very bones, stunning him as he realized that he had unknowingly put himself a few feet away from a hatching. Being an archivist he only had his mind on one thing, the history and works. Paying attention to the day to day things around him was not front in his mind.
Before he could leave, the rain was better than staying here and getting mauled again, he felt an uncomfortable (alright it felt like someone had hooks in his brain) tug. He stumbled, half aware onto the very edges of the sand and fell onto the warm, living side of Szyth.
Well hello sexy, don’t you look like a drowned wherry. Well. Less a wherry and more a herdbeast. Maybe a runner. You are rather big aren’t you?-hiccup-, oh oops, I’m hungry. Are you going to feed me Dant’rismine?
And thus began the time when his life was turned inside out and upside down.
Szyth was both a gift and a burden. The dragonet, as he grew, became oddly infatuated with Dant’ris. The man took this at first as merely a game on the dragons part even though secretly he found the dragons unshrinking faith and love for him rather nice. When he asked him why he lamented that he was in love with his rider when there were quite a few females vying for the kings attention, Szyth merely grinned(a trick he picked up from humans) and shrugged.
None of them, the dragon said, were like you. My heart is for ever yours, oh magical one. Two legs or four. You are the only one I want. I shall be cursed for life.
It was around a turn in, when Szyth was supposed to become sexually aware and active, that he realized what his true feelings were. Dant’ris loves his dragon, he is his soulmate in the way no human could ever be but he’s not –in love- with him. Not in the way a human would view such a feeling. His heart though was already taken by his duty and his dragon and he believed had no room for anyone else so he was happy to give himself to that love.
Issues aside, they made quite a strong pair. With Szyth`s rather awkward shape he was a surprisingly quick flyer loving to do aerial dances rather than the normal dive and turn of most training sessions.
It was during their third turn, on what was supposed to be a routine tracking mission-looking for a trader caravan that was running late by a few marks-that the accident happened. Caught in a wind storm that neither of them expected Szyth had no time to between before the lightning hit them both. It was only the fact that they were so close to the ground that they both came out of it alive.
Dant`ris spent almost two turns recovering, and even after he still has to do constant work to keep his muscles from seizing up. He lost all movement on the left side of his body and almost all feeling. His back had been totaled in the fall and the lightning had left him with near constant crippling headaches.
They were considered invalids, useless after that. He had withdrawn into a hermit like state once again, once more applying himself fully to dragonhealer work since he could no longer do long circuits. Only one day his solitude was broken by Szyth all but shoving himself rudely into his mind to declare that they had a baby. Obviously surprised Dant`ris came to find that his dragon had found a little girl wondering around, lost on the cliff faces. Unable to get her to tell them where she was from and not wanting to leave her in the crèche he adopted her. Maikoe became the reason for him to come out of his hermit like life style. She was his love, his heart and Szyth`s as well.
She helped him in the infirmary (by bringing herbs and drawing on the dragons with charcoal), and tugged him once more back into life. She never spoke of her life before he became her Father; though since they found her when she was around four turns old it was understandable that all she could remember was walking for a very long time. Even with what had happened to her she was a sweet, loving child who cared for her two daddies with all her heart.
Sadly it was not meant to be. He had a good few turns with the girl before a fever struck her. Weak to begin with she did not live through it.
Heart sore, confused and no longer wanting to be where he would constantly be reminded of her, he petitioned for a transfer to the farthest weyr that would take them and found out about the Obsidian Rebellion. With his history and knowledge in dragon anatomy and life he applied for the job of candidate master so he would never again have to see himself as a healer, and remember the little girl that used to draw on his patients.
He spent a few months checking out the land of Trelis before he went to the Rebellion, having acquired thanks to the urging of his dragon, a fluffy little 'pest' he lovingly called Maikoe, after the daughter that died.
Dragon/Wher
Name: Szyth
Pronunciation: Sss-zee-th (Really his name sound like a sneeze)
Age: 14
Type: dragon
Rank: bronze
Size: 45 feet
Color Codes:#C19A6B
SexualityIt should be known that Szyth is asexual. He has NO urge to chase but if forced he will but chances are there is little to no chance of him becoming sexually aroused if he's forced to do it.
Appearance:
Szyth is an extremely pale shade of champagne bronze on almost all of his body, except for a few parts. He's close to being white in bright lights. Cracked along his body, only visible in proper lighting are tints of greenish-bronze, networked like veins all over his bulky frame.
He`s rather malformed, if you want to get down to it, at least in the views of what a bronze SHOULD look like. He`s on the large side though his wings are extremely large, even for him. His limbs are longer then they have any right to be and his head shorter and stockier giving him an almost bull dog like appearance. Hes not handsome but his personality itself makes him extremely charming.
Thanks to his wings and limbs, as well as his rather whip like thin tail, this underdog is ace at flying maneuvers in the sky that would cause most dragons to rip tendons or muscles. Szyth is an aerobatic dancer of breathtaking skill and beauty. Sadly his stamina is no where near what it should be and flights others would consider short tire him out.
Personality:
Szyth comes across as a cheerful young man with an overtly flirty personality and a protective streak the size of six dragons.Which makes him a perfect dragon companion to a candidate master and ex-healer. Beyond this though, he is much deeper than a handsome face and body(or so he'd like to think). He has great strength of will, managing to survive the accident, and the death of their `child`, something that would have killed lesser beings perhaps.
This strength of will is also shown in the way he sticks to his principles absolutely, despite great opposition. He maintains his pacifistic views and dislike of senseless killing, even wary to kill his own food. Szyth is well aware that his feelings for his bonded could be viewed as wrong(after all he's not a sexual beast but he's not against thinking of his rider in such view). Humans get to show their love for each other, why can`t he show his love for his lifemate. He never showed interest in female dragons except as friends finding them to be rather firm companions, and those that could lay eggs became even closer because he had the chance to meet more younglings and egglets.
All his attention is centered on Dant’ris. As much as a dragon could he truly loves the man, like a lover would another. They do not have a sexual relationship nor do they need one (Dant’ris is asexual and Szyth is as close to asexual as a dragon can possibly get) but even without that their bond is a normal dragon-rider bond. Emotionally they support each other with Szyth acting as the main support, and help for Dant’ris without being asked.
This does not stop him from being a terrible flirt when others are around. He sees no point in hiding his love for his rider and enjoys romancing him at any given chance(though it can be said that a good portion of his romances are to make others uncomfortable and force them to deal with the situation)
He’s personable enough that he makes friends easily and once he’s decided that someone is a comrade, he`ll stay loyal to them till death. If someone has earned his friendship, he`ll always be there for them and his feelings run deep.
Szyth places a lot of stock in the value of life. He`s seen friends and comrades die for things they believe in, has dealt with the death of his `daughter` and the near death of his rider. As such he despises those who do not value their own life. So many people died without ever living, so why should these people be allowed to throw their own lives away? But he is willing to accept that people can change, it happened to him after all. If someone proves themselves, then he’s willing to forget the past and fully accept them as a comrade. He has great respect for those who fight for life or for what they believe in and who don’t allow themselves to be just exist.
He also has quite the temper, a surprising thing when you take in his flirty demeanor. He hates bullies (and yet he bonded to an ex-one) and sees no issue with taking them aside and flaying them verbally. Szyth is happy to threaten human and dragons alike if he thinks they are being needlessly cruel. He`s quite creative when it comes to things he threatens with-most of them anatomically impossible but never the less, fun.
Sadly, thanks to the accident Szyth also suffered mental lapses from the blow to his head. He has moments, spells that are generally only a candlemark long, where he will not remember what happened. He blacks out entirely.
Thanks to the blow to the head Szyth when he talks, some times lapses into moments of backwards talking. Syntax being placed in the middle or at the end of sentences where they have no right to be. Normally when he speaks like this it is a sign that he's having one of his moments.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Curse you mortals, such callouses disregard for ones possessions must be met with extreme force!-
-Curses, I broke it yet again!-
-Ah, Dant'ris my love. How gracious of you to join me on this fine night. Lay with me awhile-
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Surprisingly deep with an almost echo off set. His voice could be extremely frightening or exotic if he wanted it to be. As it were since his personality is anything but (Unless he's hitting on his rider or making up to a lady) he normally just comes off as out of place.
Pet
Name:Maikoe
Pronunciation: My-Ko-ee
Age: A few months
Type:Huntyre
Rank: Rainbow
Size: At the moment he's a rather tiny fluff ball, being just an eyas. Should grow to be around 2 feet, if a bit below. Shows signs of being chubby.
Color Codes: Rainbow!
Appearance:
Maikoe is as bright as his name sake. His main coloring is a dark violet with bright almost lime green around his primaries and his plume. His crest and cheek puffs are a bright orange and flecked down his lower back and the back of his wings are dabs of a dark and light blue.
Personality:
Maikoe is a sweet heart. He's a cuddler, he'll be a lover when he's older. He's already a flirt and enjoys tucking himself under Dant'ris' chin to chitter and rub up against him. He doesnt seem to have a sore bone in his body and finds everything to have a silver lining.
Pronunciation:DAN-tris..? Danny-boy, Danno if you want to be stabbed.
Age:34
Season Born In: Winter
Gender: Male
Sexuality:Asexual
Appearance:
Tall, intimidating and rather scary.
He stands at a rather formidable height of six feet six inches tall, a life of constant working out and training has taken him from the long limb stork youngling he was to a well-muscled, broad shouldered behemoth. If you can find an inch of fat on him and you tell him he'd be sure to work himself into exhaustion to get rid of it.
There are reasons for his constant need to remain in shape. He's not narcissistic (far from it, he views himself as passable at best) but without constant work out his muscles around his injuries would stiffen and make his life a living hell.
A blow from an accident during their third turn as fighters in the wing resulted in extreme injuries on his body, and Szyth's as well though the dragon doesn't seem to notice nor mind them. Dant'ris walks with a cane, his left side being numb and stiff. He's unable to bend his left leg, he cannot lift his left arm over his head (not without extreme pain) and the left side of his face, if one looks close enough is actually frozen in a permanent scowl giving him a lopsided look.
Scars, thick white and tight, cover a good half of his back along his spine and by his neck some of them indented from where claws tore out flesh turns ago.
He keeps his black hair cropped shorter than the norm, allowing only an inch length of hair at the best of times to grow. His nose is too big for good looks and hooked, giving him a hawk like appearance. His jaw is too square to go with his high cheekbones. His eyes are his only redeeming feature, a rather interesting shade of blue-green.
Personality:
You wanted perfect
You got your perfect
But now I'm too perfect for someone like you
Rider Stoneheart is a common enough nickname for this man. He's usually ignored by others, not because they are overtly cruel or want to punish him but, because he all but presses his want to be alone on them. He's so uncomfortable in situations with other people. Most if not all, figure it's best to leave him alone.
Dant'ris seems to lack any feeling of empathy towards others (though his dragon shows no sign of being abused or unloved-far from it). This could be called a ruse, a mask he puts on perhaps but, its more so the fact that he doesn't know how to act in situations that include other people. He's so used to a solitary life that caring for others is just scary. He wants to, so badly (proof by his love for his dragon) but he doesn't know how. Emotional attachments are not something he understands and seemingly has neither want nor need to inspect such things further. Why bother? People get hurt, people die and they leave you. It's best not to expose yourself to such things, bonding to Szyth had been bad enough. Szyth after all could get hurt again.
Dant'ris is, above all else, a dedicated person. Whatever he does, he's going to give his best efforts to; he doesn't like seeing things done halfway. This is most evident when you look at him as the fighter he was and still is. Though the man no longer see's himself as one. He defines himself largely by this role. He spends quite a bit of time devoted to his training regime, and has from a young age. This focus - almost to the point of obsession - with fighting stems from his desire to become a strong person. He has seen himself as being somewhat weak. He is determined to train this weakness out of himself. His goal, through all of this, is to become strong enough to protect anyone he allows to get closed to him.
Despite this want to protect others, Dant'ris tends to keep almost all people at arms'-length. He does so by presenting a cool facade to most of the outside world. Most people see him as the cool, calm, stone faced man with no sense of humor what so ever. This cool facade keeps people from getting close, and it's maintained in some part because of the fear that if he lets someone get close to him, he won't be strong enough to protect them.
There is also a second aspect to the reason he keeps many people at arms'-length. In truth, Dant'ris isn't very good at most social interactions. He seems truly clueless when presented with the need to talk to someone. Small talk? What is this, what's the point, why do I have to do this?
Don't even try to joke around with him, his sense of humor for all intents and purposes, does not exist. Szyth has never heard him laugh.
However, once someone has gotten close to Dant'ris, he is a devoted introverted friend who will protect them with his life, so far the only person who has gotten to this rank is Szyth and he sees no foreseeable future of that changing.
For such a stone faced man he's incredibly shy about his appearance, and his injuries. Any direct staring or worse taunts tend to get his rather formidable anger riled up. He has a bad reputation for being a fighter believing in the firm rule of hitting them first and asking questions of the bloody mulch left over after.
Dant'ris is surprisingly deeply afraid of two things-and no one but, Szyth knows this (and he will take it to his grave). Water and bugs; specifically the type of bugs that are larger than they have any right to be. Surprisingly he's not afraid of heights even after his accident.
There is also one more thing this man keeps secret. He is utterly undone by sweet things. He turns into a happy, purring man mess when given pies or pastries. Of course-he does this in private only.
Family:
Main family-dead-
Mother: Elsa –Fisherman
Father: Jakan-Fisherman and friend of ship fish
Sister: Jalsa-toddler
Adopted daughter(deceased): Maikoe
'Master': Stone smith Tarisan
Location: Ista Weyr-The Rebellion
Rank: Candidate Master
Wing/Pack:
History:
Born Elkan, he was the youngest child of the fisher folk Jakan and Elsa. He was almost a year old when they took their boat out one-night to visit the ship fish his father was friends with and to catch crustaceans. Their boat got tugged along a rough current and unable to stop it, the vessel capsized. The only reason Elkan didn't drown was because his mother made it to the shore with him before she herself passed away from exposure.
Elkan was raised by the stone smith at Ista Hold. He had been the only survivor of a boat crash along their shore lines. He had to go somewhere and the stone smith was the only one who was free enough to take the child.
Fond of mouth filling nomatives he named him Dantanris, Dan for short. While the man did not want the child (he was a confirmed bachelor with little to no love for such things, or knowledge) he did his best to raise the child. He was a hard master but, surprisingly gentle in his own way. He did his best by Dan even though, at a young age, the boy showed no signs of wanting to continue the stone smith job. He was a surprising artist-when he could get forced to sit down and work on it. He had a firm hand with soapstone and clay making rather remarkable vases and statues.
Sadly, like most children and especially those scorned by those his own age, Dan became angry at the taunting calls and the bullying. Children can be cruel and they picked on Dan for him being an orphan and the fact that he had no memory of his mother, father or his sister. He was an awkward child; he fell down a lot, tripped into things and generally just had issues with his center of gravity. Far too long limbs and an easily distracted mind didn't help.
His time with craftsmanship grew less and less as he began to train till –he- became the bully. It was only after turns of him showing the other children, and the occasional adult that he was not one to be messed with before they left him alone.
At age fourteen he had quite the reputation-one that made him introverted and a hermit. He continued now that he was free to, to create works of art out of stone and clay and applying himself into the healer craft, specifically those including dragons and animals since they tended to not create deep friendships with you. His entire life he has only ever kept one thing that he has made, a small finger sized figurine of a dolphin crafted out of a dark blue-near black stone.
When he was eighteen, much to his surprise(and displeasure), a rather loud blue dragon landed in front of him one day and declared through his rider that he was going to Ista weyr to stand. He protested at first but came along with the dragon after much arguing and cursing (A dragon who continued to be annoying, loud and all around a nuisance).
What should have been a happy thing for any young man was a battle field for him. He stood and remembers nothing after the first egg hatched except a searing pain. Claws had torn into his back. A rather ungainly long limbed blue had accidentally slammed into him, claws tearing out furrows on his back. It had taken him a week to wake up from the drugs, and almost a year before he was well enough to move around again.
After that he swore off dragons, what need did he have of such annoyances? His back hurt, his heart hurt and he wanted nothing more to do with them. He did not want to go back to the hold though, not completely and instead got into the healer crafts once more working on his skills. Though he disliked his dragon patients extremely he was never cruel to them, he just treated them like cognitional idiots.
Surprises come when one least expects it though. It had been a rainy day, a torrential downpour to be exact. He had taken to hiding near the sands for warmth, unable to feel his fingers and other more important regions, when he realized he had made a rather grave mistake. Children filed in at a rush and he was pressed against the wall as a wave of younglings rushed into the sands. The call vibrated his very bones, stunning him as he realized that he had unknowingly put himself a few feet away from a hatching. Being an archivist he only had his mind on one thing, the history and works. Paying attention to the day to day things around him was not front in his mind.
Before he could leave, the rain was better than staying here and getting mauled again, he felt an uncomfortable (alright it felt like someone had hooks in his brain) tug. He stumbled, half aware onto the very edges of the sand and fell onto the warm, living side of Szyth.
Well hello sexy, don’t you look like a drowned wherry. Well. Less a wherry and more a herdbeast. Maybe a runner. You are rather big aren’t you?-hiccup-, oh oops, I’m hungry. Are you going to feed me Dant’rismine?
And thus began the time when his life was turned inside out and upside down.
Szyth was both a gift and a burden. The dragonet, as he grew, became oddly infatuated with Dant’ris. The man took this at first as merely a game on the dragons part even though secretly he found the dragons unshrinking faith and love for him rather nice. When he asked him why he lamented that he was in love with his rider when there were quite a few females vying for the kings attention, Szyth merely grinned(a trick he picked up from humans) and shrugged.
None of them, the dragon said, were like you. My heart is for ever yours, oh magical one. Two legs or four. You are the only one I want. I shall be cursed for life.
It was around a turn in, when Szyth was supposed to become sexually aware and active, that he realized what his true feelings were. Dant’ris loves his dragon, he is his soulmate in the way no human could ever be but he’s not –in love- with him. Not in the way a human would view such a feeling. His heart though was already taken by his duty and his dragon and he believed had no room for anyone else so he was happy to give himself to that love.
Issues aside, they made quite a strong pair. With Szyth`s rather awkward shape he was a surprisingly quick flyer loving to do aerial dances rather than the normal dive and turn of most training sessions.
It was during their third turn, on what was supposed to be a routine tracking mission-looking for a trader caravan that was running late by a few marks-that the accident happened. Caught in a wind storm that neither of them expected Szyth had no time to between before the lightning hit them both. It was only the fact that they were so close to the ground that they both came out of it alive.
Dant`ris spent almost two turns recovering, and even after he still has to do constant work to keep his muscles from seizing up. He lost all movement on the left side of his body and almost all feeling. His back had been totaled in the fall and the lightning had left him with near constant crippling headaches.
They were considered invalids, useless after that. He had withdrawn into a hermit like state once again, once more applying himself fully to dragonhealer work since he could no longer do long circuits. Only one day his solitude was broken by Szyth all but shoving himself rudely into his mind to declare that they had a baby. Obviously surprised Dant`ris came to find that his dragon had found a little girl wondering around, lost on the cliff faces. Unable to get her to tell them where she was from and not wanting to leave her in the crèche he adopted her. Maikoe became the reason for him to come out of his hermit like life style. She was his love, his heart and Szyth`s as well.
She helped him in the infirmary (by bringing herbs and drawing on the dragons with charcoal), and tugged him once more back into life. She never spoke of her life before he became her Father; though since they found her when she was around four turns old it was understandable that all she could remember was walking for a very long time. Even with what had happened to her she was a sweet, loving child who cared for her two daddies with all her heart.
Sadly it was not meant to be. He had a good few turns with the girl before a fever struck her. Weak to begin with she did not live through it.
Heart sore, confused and no longer wanting to be where he would constantly be reminded of her, he petitioned for a transfer to the farthest weyr that would take them and found out about the Obsidian Rebellion. With his history and knowledge in dragon anatomy and life he applied for the job of candidate master so he would never again have to see himself as a healer, and remember the little girl that used to draw on his patients.
He spent a few months checking out the land of Trelis before he went to the Rebellion, having acquired thanks to the urging of his dragon, a fluffy little 'pest' he lovingly called Maikoe, after the daughter that died.
Dragon/Wher
Name: Szyth
Pronunciation: Sss-zee-th (Really his name sound like a sneeze)
Age: 14
Type: dragon
Rank: bronze
Size: 45 feet
Color Codes:#C19A6B
SexualityIt should be known that Szyth is asexual. He has NO urge to chase but if forced he will but chances are there is little to no chance of him becoming sexually aroused if he's forced to do it.
Appearance:
Szyth is an extremely pale shade of champagne bronze on almost all of his body, except for a few parts. He's close to being white in bright lights. Cracked along his body, only visible in proper lighting are tints of greenish-bronze, networked like veins all over his bulky frame.
He`s rather malformed, if you want to get down to it, at least in the views of what a bronze SHOULD look like. He`s on the large side though his wings are extremely large, even for him. His limbs are longer then they have any right to be and his head shorter and stockier giving him an almost bull dog like appearance. Hes not handsome but his personality itself makes him extremely charming.
Thanks to his wings and limbs, as well as his rather whip like thin tail, this underdog is ace at flying maneuvers in the sky that would cause most dragons to rip tendons or muscles. Szyth is an aerobatic dancer of breathtaking skill and beauty. Sadly his stamina is no where near what it should be and flights others would consider short tire him out.
Personality:
Szyth comes across as a cheerful young man with an overtly flirty personality and a protective streak the size of six dragons.Which makes him a perfect dragon companion to a candidate master and ex-healer. Beyond this though, he is much deeper than a handsome face and body(or so he'd like to think). He has great strength of will, managing to survive the accident, and the death of their `child`, something that would have killed lesser beings perhaps.
This strength of will is also shown in the way he sticks to his principles absolutely, despite great opposition. He maintains his pacifistic views and dislike of senseless killing, even wary to kill his own food. Szyth is well aware that his feelings for his bonded could be viewed as wrong(after all he's not a sexual beast but he's not against thinking of his rider in such view). Humans get to show their love for each other, why can`t he show his love for his lifemate. He never showed interest in female dragons except as friends finding them to be rather firm companions, and those that could lay eggs became even closer because he had the chance to meet more younglings and egglets.
All his attention is centered on Dant’ris. As much as a dragon could he truly loves the man, like a lover would another. They do not have a sexual relationship nor do they need one (Dant’ris is asexual and Szyth is as close to asexual as a dragon can possibly get) but even without that their bond is a normal dragon-rider bond. Emotionally they support each other with Szyth acting as the main support, and help for Dant’ris without being asked.
This does not stop him from being a terrible flirt when others are around. He sees no point in hiding his love for his rider and enjoys romancing him at any given chance(though it can be said that a good portion of his romances are to make others uncomfortable and force them to deal with the situation)
He’s personable enough that he makes friends easily and once he’s decided that someone is a comrade, he`ll stay loyal to them till death. If someone has earned his friendship, he`ll always be there for them and his feelings run deep.
Szyth places a lot of stock in the value of life. He`s seen friends and comrades die for things they believe in, has dealt with the death of his `daughter` and the near death of his rider. As such he despises those who do not value their own life. So many people died without ever living, so why should these people be allowed to throw their own lives away? But he is willing to accept that people can change, it happened to him after all. If someone proves themselves, then he’s willing to forget the past and fully accept them as a comrade. He has great respect for those who fight for life or for what they believe in and who don’t allow themselves to be just exist.
He also has quite the temper, a surprising thing when you take in his flirty demeanor. He hates bullies (and yet he bonded to an ex-one) and sees no issue with taking them aside and flaying them verbally. Szyth is happy to threaten human and dragons alike if he thinks they are being needlessly cruel. He`s quite creative when it comes to things he threatens with-most of them anatomically impossible but never the less, fun.
Sadly, thanks to the accident Szyth also suffered mental lapses from the blow to his head. He has moments, spells that are generally only a candlemark long, where he will not remember what happened. He blacks out entirely.
Thanks to the blow to the head Szyth when he talks, some times lapses into moments of backwards talking. Syntax being placed in the middle or at the end of sentences where they have no right to be. Normally when he speaks like this it is a sign that he's having one of his moments.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Curse you mortals, such callouses disregard for ones possessions must be met with extreme force!-
-Curses, I broke it yet again!-
-Ah, Dant'ris my love. How gracious of you to join me on this fine night. Lay with me awhile-
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Surprisingly deep with an almost echo off set. His voice could be extremely frightening or exotic if he wanted it to be. As it were since his personality is anything but (Unless he's hitting on his rider or making up to a lady) he normally just comes off as out of place.
Pet
Name:Maikoe
Pronunciation: My-Ko-ee
Age: A few months
Type:Huntyre
Rank: Rainbow
Size: At the moment he's a rather tiny fluff ball, being just an eyas. Should grow to be around 2 feet, if a bit below. Shows signs of being chubby.
Color Codes: Rainbow!
Appearance:
Maikoe is as bright as his name sake. His main coloring is a dark violet with bright almost lime green around his primaries and his plume. His crest and cheek puffs are a bright orange and flecked down his lower back and the back of his wings are dabs of a dark and light blue.
Personality:
Maikoe is a sweet heart. He's a cuddler, he'll be a lover when he's older. He's already a flirt and enjoys tucking himself under Dant'ris' chin to chitter and rub up against him. He doesnt seem to have a sore bone in his body and finds everything to have a silver lining.
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