Post by Brhi on Jul 12, 2012 4:12:43 GMT -4
Name: V'lin {Varlind}
Pronunciation: Va-lin or vlin {Var-lin-d}
Age: 21
Season Born In: Spring
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (though he’ll tell you it’s hetero)
Craft: Beast craft (horses)
Rank: Weyrling
Appearance:
Varlind is a tall man, having inherited his family’s lean physique, though not all for the better. His body may hold the light tone of a man used to working outdoors, but his limbs are long and the muscle across them is lean and wiry, rather than thick. He would do quite well with more muscle-tone, in his opinion, but his metabolism seems to refuse to let him put on too much mass, let alone build reasonable muscletone.
His hands are large and slim, but much stronger than they appear. Roughly calloused from his time rearing and training horses, the palms are rough and somewhat leathery to the touch. His skin has been dyed a deep bronze by his time in the sun, leaving noticeable lines of pale beneath his clothes, on the rare occasion that someone sees him without them.
He has masculine features, with a strong, square jawline, straight nose and a pair of deepset eyes. They are a strange mix of amber and grey, the silver colouration shining through in bright light, though they appear a more honey-like hue in lower lights. Hovering above is a pair of often-furrowed blonde brows that match the sandy-blonde colour of his hair. It is cut short around the back, but the fringe remains long, falling around his face and often covering his pale eyes. While his clothing style is casual and reliable, he is never seen without his brown, leather hat. No one is quite sure whether it is simply protection from the sun or some sort of statement, but he seems to never be without it.
Personality:
There are often said to be two sides to Varlind. First, let us start with the loyal, family-man. While Varlind understands that his father’s word is not law, it has always been very well respected and he often echoes his father’s ideals, even if he might not entirely believe them himself. He is loyal to his family, but that is about where it stops. Friends are not something that come easily to Varlind, who spent most of his life working or rearing horses, and he can be somewhat easily agitated. That is not to say he is aggressive... well, unless pushed. Although he seems calm, it takes very little to push him into a snappish, angry mood that can sometimes (but extremely rarely) force violence on those around him. Especially if one of his siblings is under threat, or he feels he needs to defend the honour of someone he cares for, or his own.
Which brings us to the other main facet – the thrillseeker. A life of plain boredom is not one worth living and, despite his normal upbringing, Varlind thrives for the new and the dangerous. He will go out of his way to get himself into all kinds of physical danger for the thrill of adrenaline through his body. Anything from climbing slick, rocky slopes, baiting violent creatures or simply attempting to strain his body beyond its usual limits. Nothing is beyond the young man; what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, after all. One rule he always follows is to never get anyone else hurt in his attempts at self-satisfaction. He always does these endeavours alone, and never lets a soul know about them.
When left to his own devices, however, he is calm and quizzical. He likes to figure out how things work, particularly with anatomy, and piece together seemingly trivial information. His mind works fairly quickly and it shows in the sharp scan of his eyes. Caught in one of these moods, he is fine for normal conversation (even if he is a bit awkward about it at times). His lack of knowledge about how the Weyr works embarrasses him, though, and he hates to seem like an uneducated countryboy. He is not unintelligent simply... uninformed.
He tends to react to most things out of his comfort zone, with a low sigh and an unimpressed stare. He has little patience for nonesense, most of the time.
Family:
Father: Jacob(Farmer)
Mother: Ralla(Midwife and farmer)
Sister(19): Jallis (leather crafter)
Eldest Brother(30): Jac (Stonesmith)
Younger brothers (18): Kyprioth (Candi at Trelis)
Third brother(15): Jeran (farmer)
Uncle: J'hr (Rider of bronze Kyprioth)
Location: Born outside of Apolla, currently at Trelis.
Rank: Dragon candidate and horse breeder/trainer/handler.
History:
Varlind was born to a long-standing line of farmers. Nothing exciting there, in his opinion. His parents were farmers, their parents were farmers, and their old-fashioned views were handed down to their children as time went on. His uncle was always one for the excitement – bonding to a bronze dragon and riding off into the sunset – and this was the type of adventure that Varlind would come to crave.
Alas, he was not so lucky. He found his passion amongst animals, horses in particular, and spent much of his time handling them, raising them, even breeding the beasts that nearby Holders needed to continue their farmwork. His family owned very few horses, and he found himself (between helping out on the family farm) heading to other areas to help attend to the horses. Loyalty kept him with his family, despite his inner desires for something more thrilling than farm-work, and life continued as normal. This loyalty was more to his younger siblings than to his overbearing parents who spent far too much time coddling a boy who wished only to become harder and stronger. He spent most of his childhood running after the younger ones – particularly the accident-prone Kyprioth and the off-in-her-own-world Jallis – scolding them and physically dragging them back to wherever it is they had run from.
He took this duty on with ease, the younger siblings closer to his age than their much older brother so, by the time the family’s fifth child came around, he was well-versed in looking after the little lad. Still, he spent most of his time off on rides, out at the holds... anywhere he could find some sort of excitement, something to do even if it meant getting himself into all sorts of trouble. Call it hypocritical with the way he hovered over his siblings to keep them out of danger, but the boy liked trouble.
So, when his younger brother Kyprioth suddenly up and disappeared, he had to look into it. When a message for Kyp’s things came a little while later, Varlind was packing up and storming off to see just where his brother had left. The moment he entered Trelis Weyr, he knew this was a place of action, and possibly even trouble. He needed to keep an eye on his over-eager younger brother (and perhaps find some danger for himself). Besides, he was old enough and the place needed some more horse handlers...
He promptly requested to stay, at least to make sure his brother didn’t do anything to get himself hurt...
Pronunciation:
tass - earth
Impresses To:
V'lin (Varlind) {Brhi}
Egg Name:
Tater Tot Casserole Egg
Egg Description:
The Tater Tot Casserole Egg is a soft off-white, with dark brown rings all around the egg. The rings start at the top of the egg, and circle down to the bottom. When people approach the egg, they feel a slight playfulness coming from the egg. It is almost as though it wants to just run around and have a good time. Yet whenever people touch it, they feel like the egg is trying hold them there, and doesn't want them to leave.
Dragon Appearance:
Hatchling Size:
6.4ft.
Full Grown Size:
32ft.
Color Codes:
Base: 315BA1 Azure
Tail Rings: A3E3ED Blizzard Blue
Neck Rings: BAEEF9 Charlotte
Taserth is definitely large for his coloring, though it appears as though something might have happened while he was still in his egg for his tail is three feet shorter than normal for a dragon his size. But the blue male doesn’t even seem to notice this really, even though it does mess with his maneuverability while flying. Everything else about his body is very well proportioned. He is an azure blue in color, with charlotte blue rings around his neck, and blizzard blue rings around his tail. It almost looks as though someone has taken large colors and strapped them around his tail permanently. The rings around his neck look more like waves than rings from a distance, but as you get closer you can see that they really are just like the rings on his tail.
Personality:
Positives: Outgoing, Gentle, Reliable, Playful
Negatives: Clingy, Possessive, Ailurophobic (Fear of Cats), Hyper
Mind-Voice:
Do not go far Mine!
Taserth’s voice is very high pitch and always seems to have a slight whine to it. This whine increases in tone and volume whenever he gets either excited or upset about something. Whenever he is calm it is very easy to listen to his voice, but as soon as something happens it becomes extremely annoying. At times even his rider will want to be able to ignore him or tune him out somehow. This is just something that his rider will have to learn to either live with, or learn how to ignore it.
Reason:
Maybe...maybe you could save me from myself and those mean, scary, furry things that meow V'lin Mine? Then maybe we could teach everyone how to play! But you will keep me safe from those furry things won't you Mine?
Pronunciation: Va-lin or vlin {Var-lin-d}
Age: 21
Season Born In: Spring
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (though he’ll tell you it’s hetero)
Craft: Beast craft (horses)
Rank: Weyrling
Appearance:
Varlind is a tall man, having inherited his family’s lean physique, though not all for the better. His body may hold the light tone of a man used to working outdoors, but his limbs are long and the muscle across them is lean and wiry, rather than thick. He would do quite well with more muscle-tone, in his opinion, but his metabolism seems to refuse to let him put on too much mass, let alone build reasonable muscletone.
His hands are large and slim, but much stronger than they appear. Roughly calloused from his time rearing and training horses, the palms are rough and somewhat leathery to the touch. His skin has been dyed a deep bronze by his time in the sun, leaving noticeable lines of pale beneath his clothes, on the rare occasion that someone sees him without them.
He has masculine features, with a strong, square jawline, straight nose and a pair of deepset eyes. They are a strange mix of amber and grey, the silver colouration shining through in bright light, though they appear a more honey-like hue in lower lights. Hovering above is a pair of often-furrowed blonde brows that match the sandy-blonde colour of his hair. It is cut short around the back, but the fringe remains long, falling around his face and often covering his pale eyes. While his clothing style is casual and reliable, he is never seen without his brown, leather hat. No one is quite sure whether it is simply protection from the sun or some sort of statement, but he seems to never be without it.
Personality:
There are often said to be two sides to Varlind. First, let us start with the loyal, family-man. While Varlind understands that his father’s word is not law, it has always been very well respected and he often echoes his father’s ideals, even if he might not entirely believe them himself. He is loyal to his family, but that is about where it stops. Friends are not something that come easily to Varlind, who spent most of his life working or rearing horses, and he can be somewhat easily agitated. That is not to say he is aggressive... well, unless pushed. Although he seems calm, it takes very little to push him into a snappish, angry mood that can sometimes (but extremely rarely) force violence on those around him. Especially if one of his siblings is under threat, or he feels he needs to defend the honour of someone he cares for, or his own.
Which brings us to the other main facet – the thrillseeker. A life of plain boredom is not one worth living and, despite his normal upbringing, Varlind thrives for the new and the dangerous. He will go out of his way to get himself into all kinds of physical danger for the thrill of adrenaline through his body. Anything from climbing slick, rocky slopes, baiting violent creatures or simply attempting to strain his body beyond its usual limits. Nothing is beyond the young man; what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, after all. One rule he always follows is to never get anyone else hurt in his attempts at self-satisfaction. He always does these endeavours alone, and never lets a soul know about them.
When left to his own devices, however, he is calm and quizzical. He likes to figure out how things work, particularly with anatomy, and piece together seemingly trivial information. His mind works fairly quickly and it shows in the sharp scan of his eyes. Caught in one of these moods, he is fine for normal conversation (even if he is a bit awkward about it at times). His lack of knowledge about how the Weyr works embarrasses him, though, and he hates to seem like an uneducated countryboy. He is not unintelligent simply... uninformed.
He tends to react to most things out of his comfort zone, with a low sigh and an unimpressed stare. He has little patience for nonesense, most of the time.
Family:
Father: Jacob(Farmer)
Mother: Ralla(Midwife and farmer)
Sister(19): Jallis (leather crafter)
Eldest Brother(30): Jac (Stonesmith)
Younger brothers (18): Kyprioth (Candi at Trelis)
Third brother(15): Jeran (farmer)
Uncle: J'hr (Rider of bronze Kyprioth)
Location: Born outside of Apolla, currently at Trelis.
Rank: Dragon candidate and horse breeder/trainer/handler.
History:
Varlind was born to a long-standing line of farmers. Nothing exciting there, in his opinion. His parents were farmers, their parents were farmers, and their old-fashioned views were handed down to their children as time went on. His uncle was always one for the excitement – bonding to a bronze dragon and riding off into the sunset – and this was the type of adventure that Varlind would come to crave.
Alas, he was not so lucky. He found his passion amongst animals, horses in particular, and spent much of his time handling them, raising them, even breeding the beasts that nearby Holders needed to continue their farmwork. His family owned very few horses, and he found himself (between helping out on the family farm) heading to other areas to help attend to the horses. Loyalty kept him with his family, despite his inner desires for something more thrilling than farm-work, and life continued as normal. This loyalty was more to his younger siblings than to his overbearing parents who spent far too much time coddling a boy who wished only to become harder and stronger. He spent most of his childhood running after the younger ones – particularly the accident-prone Kyprioth and the off-in-her-own-world Jallis – scolding them and physically dragging them back to wherever it is they had run from.
He took this duty on with ease, the younger siblings closer to his age than their much older brother so, by the time the family’s fifth child came around, he was well-versed in looking after the little lad. Still, he spent most of his time off on rides, out at the holds... anywhere he could find some sort of excitement, something to do even if it meant getting himself into all sorts of trouble. Call it hypocritical with the way he hovered over his siblings to keep them out of danger, but the boy liked trouble.
So, when his younger brother Kyprioth suddenly up and disappeared, he had to look into it. When a message for Kyp’s things came a little while later, Varlind was packing up and storming off to see just where his brother had left. The moment he entered Trelis Weyr, he knew this was a place of action, and possibly even trouble. He needed to keep an eye on his over-eager younger brother (and perhaps find some danger for himself). Besides, he was old enough and the place needed some more horse handlers...
He promptly requested to stay, at least to make sure his brother didn’t do anything to get himself hurt...
Blue Taserth
Pronunciation:
tass - earth
Impresses To:
V'lin (Varlind) {Brhi}
Egg Name:
Tater Tot Casserole Egg
Egg Description:
The Tater Tot Casserole Egg is a soft off-white, with dark brown rings all around the egg. The rings start at the top of the egg, and circle down to the bottom. When people approach the egg, they feel a slight playfulness coming from the egg. It is almost as though it wants to just run around and have a good time. Yet whenever people touch it, they feel like the egg is trying hold them there, and doesn't want them to leave.
Dragon Appearance:
Hatchling Size:
6.4ft.
Full Grown Size:
32ft.
Color Codes:
Base: 315BA1 Azure
Tail Rings: A3E3ED Blizzard Blue
Neck Rings: BAEEF9 Charlotte
Taserth is definitely large for his coloring, though it appears as though something might have happened while he was still in his egg for his tail is three feet shorter than normal for a dragon his size. But the blue male doesn’t even seem to notice this really, even though it does mess with his maneuverability while flying. Everything else about his body is very well proportioned. He is an azure blue in color, with charlotte blue rings around his neck, and blizzard blue rings around his tail. It almost looks as though someone has taken large colors and strapped them around his tail permanently. The rings around his neck look more like waves than rings from a distance, but as you get closer you can see that they really are just like the rings on his tail.
Personality:
Positives: Outgoing, Gentle, Reliable, Playful
Negatives: Clingy, Possessive, Ailurophobic (Fear of Cats), Hyper
Mind-Voice:
Do not go far Mine!
Taserth’s voice is very high pitch and always seems to have a slight whine to it. This whine increases in tone and volume whenever he gets either excited or upset about something. Whenever he is calm it is very easy to listen to his voice, but as soon as something happens it becomes extremely annoying. At times even his rider will want to be able to ignore him or tune him out somehow. This is just something that his rider will have to learn to either live with, or learn how to ignore it.
Reason:
Maybe...maybe you could save me from myself and those mean, scary, furry things that meow V'lin Mine? Then maybe we could teach everyone how to play! But you will keep me safe from those furry things won't you Mine?
