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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:21 am
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The HeroVillain Of This Story
Name: Merikh
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Weyr: Weyrless(Journeys between Nabol and Bitra Hold)
Rider Rank: Travelling Apothecary(Drug Dealer, Yo)
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Apothecary
Physical Description: A tall and lean man, Merikh is an intimidating sight. He stands at six foot tall and his body is lean and muscular, easily showing off the strength of his body. His skin is a light tanned brown that shows off his lean muscles very nicely. Dark brown eyes are always narrowed into a glare or some sort as his lips are twisted into either a sneer or smirk, though his features can easily contort into a smile, though you should beware if you see this. A scar runs diagonally down his left cheek, running from right under his left cheek down to his left jaw. His dark brown, almost black, hair is always slicked back and ends a couple inches from where his head and neck meet.
Always dressed to the nines, Merikh prefers to where darker colored clothing. A cloak can normally be seen on his person, as well a gold cloak clasp. Pouches worn on his belt will contain some of his more expensive product.
Personality: Born on the wealthier side of the spectrum, Merikh was given an education that brought out the best in him. From an early age, the man oozed charm and confidence. There was nothing he couldn't do once he set his mind to it, and as he got older, there was no one he couldn't charm. Always aware of what he was wearing, and the best way to wear it, Merikh is able to walk through the highest social circles without raising any flags.
Given an education like many male children of a hold lord, even a minor one, Merikh is quite intelligent. He has spent a lot of his time learning everything that he can, especially about the different medicinal qualities of certain herbs, even some other applications they can be used for. He has been known to use his intelligence as an asset, outwitting others that he has to deal with.
With the type of work that Merikh does, it pays to be discreet, and the man does it well. He knows when to speak about certain things and and when not to. For a weyrless dragonrider, he doesn't get spoken about much, and makes sure to keep it that way. A wonderful secret keeper, if you are a friend, or a horrible blackmailer for enemies.
Merikh can do no wrong, at least in his eyes as well as Chumanath's. The man is quite full of himself, he knows he is good, he knows he is quite good looking, and there is nothing you can say that will ever change his mind. Easily a man with an ego larger then the largest gold, Merikh is not afraid to flaunt or even talk about himself. Why wouldn't you want to know just how good he is, after all.
Born into the lifestyle he was, as the second born son of a minor hold, Merikh likes to live lavishly. He has never known a time where he didn't have the finer things in life, even during his apprenticeship he still maintained the lifestyle he preferred, though there was help from his parents. Not just pertaining to his food or clothing, Merikh enjoys women, and men of a higher quality, or those he can easily manipulate. He will lavish gifts upon those he is fond of, lifting them up to the status and elegance he prefers. With the work he does, it can be quite easy to maintain, as well.
Ah, but Merikh does not give money to the poor, nor does he really care to help them, aside from charging them an arm and a leg for medicine, when he can get away with it. The circumstances of other people are not his concern, the only thing that concerns him is himself, Chumanath and his work. Whatever happens to the person he sells to doesn't bother him, once the transaction was completed, that is the end of it.
Positive Trait List Debonair, Discreet, Intelligent
Negative Trait List Arrogant, Decadent, Inconsiderate
History: The second son of the holder, born in a minor Hold under the jurisdiction of Nabol, Merikh was born into the world that was just right for him. As the second son, he was not named the heir of the hold, and managed to get away with a lot of different things then his older brother. It helped that his mother babied him, and his father doted upon him just as much as his older brother.
Lessons at an early age taught Merikh how to act, watching everything that went down in their home helped as well. He saw his father's clandestine meetings with several of the servants, his mothers affair with the blacksmith of their hold. It became fascinating to Merikh how easily people were swayed from those they claimed to love, how much they went to keep their appearances clean and hide their dirty deeds. While he never used the information against his own mother and father, it wasn't long before Merikh began to use those secrets he came across to his own advantage.
At the age of 13, his father came to him and suggested that Merikh begin to think of a craft to take up. Having always been curious about medicine, its uses and how to craft it, the young man chose to travel to the Healer Hall and apprentice as an apothecary.
There he kept to his studies and was able to keep the lifestyle he had been use to, thanks to a sizable allowance from his mother and father. It was also around this time that the young man began to wet his physical appetite, finding that he didn't mind if it was a man or a woman.
Walking the tables at the age of twenty, Merikh returned home only to set up a client base. His older brother was married with no children. This didn't stop him from laying with his brothers wife and, lo and behold, she became pregnant. Knowing full well the child was his, Merikh did nothing to approach his sister-in-law about it, congratulating both his brother and her.
Merikh continued to build a clientele base and found the need for another product when he found himself in Nabol. It didn't take long for him to decide to sell Felis on the side to those who wanted it, or needed it. What they were really needing it for, he didn't seem to care to pry. They said they needed it because of a sore back, he seemed to take them at their word for it. In this way, crafting more Felis then he probably really needed and always having some on hand, Merikh found himself quite popular in Nabol and Bitra.
For three turns, things continued normally. Their father passed away, Merikh attended the burial and saw his brother take over as Holder. That was the only real change that happened in his life then, until he was in Nabol. It seemed a Queen had clutched there and her eggs were hatching. It interested Merikh as he had never seen a hatching, or even dragons actually up close, so the young man had decided to go and watch it.
Watching as the eggs hatched and impressed, it was a surprise when a voice found its way into his mind and hissed. Merikh! Mine, get over here now. There is much to be done, much to see and enjoy. Do not keep your Chumanath waiting. The little green that spoke this to him waited and watched, eyes whirling an ever red, even as Merikh made his way over to her. He had never expected that a dragon was for him, deciding that his life was better how it was, it would never get any better, and yet Chumanath proved him wrong.
She was a feisty green, not afraid to snap at those who angered her, nor take what she truly wanted, and that was everything. The meager training they got was enough and they were off. Merikh didn't change his job, Chumanath enjoyed what her bonded did and the green had quite a cruel streak to her. What was the suffering of others to her, when she and hers were just fine, thank you.
It was only thanks to High Reaches Weyr that the minor hold that was his home managed to survive, as did his brother and his family. Merikh continues his work still, travelling from Nabol and Bitra mainly, still enjoying his lifestyle only now with a partner he can lavish no matter what and enjoy it with just as well. |
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:22 am
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Here There Be Dragons
Name: Chumanath
Age: 3
Color: Green
Size: 18'
Physical Description: The smallest size a green can be, Chumanath is an elegant and lithe looking dragon. Her eyes are almost always a whirling red and she isn't afraid to bare her fangs. Her head is a bit more serpent like then most, her head knobs a bit more pronounced as well.
Personality: Ah, Chumanath, a lovely green that isn't afraid to whisper in your ear. She knows the right words to weave into lovely songs, songs and whispers that can easily lead those to follow her, or turn them to hers. She is quite fond of also singing to herself, and will speak in rhyme, to annoy Merikh from time to time.
A sweet talker through and through, Chumanath knows just what to say to get what she wants. She isn't above using her forked tongue to weave lies and it helps when you are as confident at it as she is. Knowing just how to walk or pose the right way, how to catch the light at the right angle, it really helps.
Never one to follow the status-quo, Chumanath is not a sheep. She prefers to follow her own design, to let the wind take her and her thoughts wherever it will. She will never allow anyone to force her thoughts and is not one to just listen and take people on their words as well. Weyrs stifle her.
Indulging is a bit of a game for Chumanath. Whatever she wants, be it food, jewelry or lovers, Chumanath is not afraid of jumping into the deep end. She loves to be fawned over by both males and females, not having a preference of one over the other. Actually, allow her to have multiples with her, all there for her beck and call and the green is quite happy.
Not one above hitting bellow the belt or pulling a punch, Chumanath will react to an insult and slight as is needed. She will hold a grudge for quite some time, especially until she can snub the one who slighted her. If someone is in need of help, she is not above turning her back if they have wronged her. While not going out of her way to be mean or cruel, Chumanath just doesn't see a need for her to have a bleeding heart, there are other fools out there who can waste their time after all. She and hers have important business to attend to, and only the finest of wherries to feast upon. |
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:23 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:24 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:25 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:25 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:28 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:28 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:30 am
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