Post by Bellatora on Jan 25, 2012 18:42:00 GMT -4
PB:Akira 'Reita' Suzuki
Name An'sif (Ansiosif)
Pronunciation An-Sif ?
Age 22 Turns
Season Born in Winter
Gender Male
Sexuality Bisexual
Appearance
An'sif is a tall and slender, with a rather muscular physique and a way of walking that just tells you... He's dangerous. his hair is blond and, though long, tends to spike around his head unevenly while his bangs fall across his face to shield his eyes from immediate view. His eyes are a very deep brown color which border on being black. His face is rather angular with a sharp chin rather than a short and blunt one. His enitre being is a bit more on the slender side, but he is not lacking in muscles. In fact, he usually keeps them hidden beneath a long black jacket. Much as he keeps his distinguishing scar, given to him than none other than Eliitra, hidden as it crosses his nose and just below his eyes. He often has an expression like he just doesn't care and often stands wiht his head tilted to the left. His mouth has a lovely almost feminine shape to it and his eyes are angular and exotic.
Personality An'sif is nothing if not determined. He has his mind set on things and he will accomplish them to the best of his ability. He has a heart that longs to be loving, but he lacks the ability or knowledge to do so. he does his best with what he has, which is more of the warrior than anything else. He is a bit harsh, though his temper makes him... sly and almost oily in a way as he is entirely more cunning when his mind is fueled by his rage. Be careful though... when he is in such a state, he has a tendency to like to see... people hurt and rather enjoys the colors of blood and gore.
An'sif is a piece of work in most ways with no loyalty to speak of other than to himself and his dragon.... and those he cares for. He has very little loyalty to his Weyr, really, but he has no desire to leave it either. He does, however have loyalty for certain people. Including Noita, the leader of the Obsidian Rebellion. However... he is a bit more... aggressive when it comes to those who would see his dragon or the dragon of any of his fellow mutation riders be killed... or their riders. But not just them. Anyone who does not share his views may very well be in danger of him.
Family (if any)
Anvi of Gold Baeolith - Telgar Weyr, now deceased
S'orif of Bronze Moriaath - father (Ista Weyr. Despised mutation colors. Now deceased)
Za'vin of Green Hautath - Weyrlingmaster at Telgar, adoptive father, deceased
Location Telgar Weyr to Fort Weyr - now at Rindell Island (The Rebellion)
Rank Wingrider?
Wing/Pack ??
History Born into Telgar Weyr to the gold rider Anvi, who was older at the time, Ansiosif was the product of a Flight, a time during which his father was visiting. He has met the man but once... But all the same, it matters little to him. He is a horrible man in his opinion. Anvi died in child birth and her dragon did not take long to follow once her children had been unleashed onto the world. An'sif was raised in the creche and, when not there, was often seen tagging along with the Weyrlingmaster learning about dragons and helping him care for his green.
But there was always something off about the boy. He enjoyed the more gruesome things in life. From teh start, he saw what was bad in life. Which included hte fact that he was the cause of his mother's death... and the fact that his father really didn't seem to like him. In fact.. he seemed dissapointed, thinking the boy a weakling. He only came to see his son a few times...
But it was the day of his Impression taht would truly tear the veil that An'sif had put up around himself to protect himself. It was a deep bloody-looking egg of black and scarlet, the last to hatch... and as it hached... it revealed a scarlet colored hatchling. An'sif had heard of similar things happening at other Weyrs. News traveled fast. The dragon spent little time looking and headed straight for the boy. An'sif... You better be ready for me. I can't wait to taste the blood that flows in your veins... You're blood thirsty. As am I. we shall be wonderful together... Oh... what sweet smell. See my sister there...? The Garnet turned and pounced on the green, leaving her with a good sized wound which would later scar. These weaklings cannot hold a candle to our might, my An'sif... Now come! You will feed me! And then... we shall plan.
The newly dubbed Garnet rider would find the hatred his father felt for his new bonded... and it would drive down towards his heart. His father had thought him week. Now he saw him as something hateful. That was simply wonderful...
It was only for so long that An'sif and Baysath remained at Telgar. Only so long as Telgar would have them. The Garnet was a bit more... than they were prepared for. And thus... they were sent away - to attempt to transfer to anywhere but where they were as soon as they had graduated Weyrlinghood. It was Fort Weyr that eventually took them in. But... It was a chance meeting with Noita that would eventually seal his fate in the Rebellion as she did her best to woo him - attracted to his ferocity. She convinced him and Vaysath that they were so much the better than any Bronze and Sylencath better than any gold. And they were very right in the minds of the pair.
Thread would eventually allow the scheming young man to bring his own father to his death by the flame of his dragon... As Thread fell over Ista... he and Baysath took their chance, arriving and watching from cliffs as the Weyr scrambled to defend itself... and... with little hesitation... Baysath took to the sky, flaming at the dragon. But it was not the flame that was his ultimate end as much as it was the thread that landed on him shortly after as the bronze turned to the younger garnet in surprise and a need to retaliate... but by then... it was too late. They Betweened never to be seen of again.
He was lucky not to be caught by those at Ista, but he could not flee to Fort either. In fact, due to this, he had to leave and leave quickly. Already, the Rebellion and the conflict over the colors had spread... And it was easy enough to join Noita - the woman he still was convinced he loved to this day, there. He desired to take some command and to prove himself to her. He would do most anything for her. He would kill again and again for her and he would destroy Weyrs for her if it meant she would believe he loved her. Though his love is likely delusional. She could do anything - nearly anything - to him and he would forgive her for it.
Dragon/Wher
Name Baysath
Pronunciation Bay -sayth
Age Nearly 3 Turns
Type Dragon
Rank Garnet
Size 40 feet
Color Codes
8c1717, 500000, cd0000, and 1d0101
Appearance
This Garnet is rather metallic in his coloring. Or seems to be with how his hide shifts fro ma lighter scarlet to a darker crimson and back again. His wings are tipped and edged with a deep nearly burnt looking crimson. His neck and legs. His face is covered in a complicated pattern of spots and markings which make up a mask of reds.
He is big for a Garnet, at the largest end of the spectrum and rather bulky, with an incredible stamina in flight. His wings are long and powerful and hsi neck is full of pronounced and powerful muscles, his long, lithe tail is somewhat whip like... and he'll use it as one too.
Personality Baysath is a proud dragon who believes himself to be a king, though... he is but a sub-king. He desires to protect and look after those under him, but his temper and his tendency towards blood lust often get in the way. He isn't a gentle dragon by any means and, in fact, enjoys any sort of job which involves taking on an enemy as he would much rather have ichor stained claws than have them clean and sparkling. He appreciates the ruthless traits of those around him more than most others...
He is particularly vain and rather flirtatious. He has no loyalty to anything or any female... unlike his rider who does have his loyalties to one person or another. In all honesty, he doesn't care too much about any of the others in his life rather than his rider. He likes the way he is and plans to have it that way he is as long as he can be.
Mind-voice (If applicable)
Watch yourself, foolish one. Or you'll lose you hand next time! *maniacal laughter*
His voice has a strangely hollow metal-like tone to it... And something like what one might imagine a snakes voice to sound like with that particular hiss. It strikes fear into the hearts of most who hear it...
