Ambrin :: Male :: Age 33 :: Western Weyr :: Rides brown Beylith :: Star Flame Wing A'myl :: Male :: Age 24 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides white Viyanakerth :: Tsunami Wing Ay'ril :: Male :: Age 29 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides bronze Yffengeth :: Hurricane Wingsecond D'amir :: Male :: Age 39 :: Western Weyr :: Rides bronze Delfrith :: Fire Storm Wingsecond Dusiph :: Male :: Age 57 :: Healer Hall :: Minor Holder Emori :: Female :: Age 36 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides green Inannath :: Tsunami Wing Euma :: Female :: Age 27 :: Western Weyr :: Rides green Reth :: Star Flame Wing Felixa :: Female :: Age 39 :: Nabol :: Rides brown Caprith :: Madame of the Silver Gate Inn F'rin :: Male :: Age 25 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides blue Yudokhath Grumioll :: Male :: Age 23 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Candidate Jakoli :: Male :: Age 25 :: Western Weyr :: Rides brown Auroth :: Bahrain Wing Karone :: Male :: Age 18 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Candidate K'ienn :: Male :: Age 36 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides bronze Yisketh :: Trespassers Wingleader K'rou :: Male :: Age 22 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides bronze Cadereth Lesta :: Female :: Age 24 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Candidate Le'x :: Male :: Age 16 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides brown Kratoth :: Sr Weyrling Lucayr :: Male :: Age 27 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides brown Tikth :: Tornado Wing Lyqa :: Female :: Age 18 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Feline Handler :: bonded to Caan Sernye :: Male :: Age 33 :: Transient :: Rides green Gwith :: Seacrafter aboard the Valeriya Silviu :: Male :: Age 15 :: Western Weyr :: Rides blue Aramath :: Weyrling Talela :: Female :: Age 73 :: Western Weyr :: Rides gold Vimiath :: Belior Wing Thovorn :: Male :: Age 38 :: Hadston Hold :: Rides blue Esharth Vaali :: Female :: Age 14 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Candidate Venin :: Female :: Age 24 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Rides blue Raumoloth :: Ashlings Wing
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13' Viyanakerth :: White :: Age 10 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by A'myl 18' Inannath :: Green :: Age 18 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by Emori 24' Reth :: Green :: Age 8 :: Western Weyr :: Ridden by Euma 25' Yudokhath :: Blue :: Age 0 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by F'rin 25' Raumoloth :: Blue :: Age 1 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by Venin 26' Gwith :: Green :: Age 14 :: Transient :: Ridden by Sernye 32' Tikth :: Brown :: Age 6 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by Lucayr 33' Esharth :: Blue :: Age 8 :: Hadston Hold :: Ridden by Thovorn 33' Aramath :: Blue :: Age :: Western Weyr :: Ridden by Silviu 34' Beylith :: Brown :: Age 11 :: Western Weyr :: Ridden by Ambrin 38' Kratoth :: Brown :: Age 0 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by Le'x 40' Auroth :: Brown :: Age 5 :: Western Weyr :: Ridden by Jakoli 40' Yisketh :: Bronze :: Age 21 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by K'ienn 40' Vimiath :: Gold :: Age 44 :: Western Weyr :: Ridden by Talela 42' Caiprith :: Brown :: Age 18 :: Nabol :: Ridden by Felixa 42' Cadereth :: Bronze :: Age 0 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by K'rou 45' Yffengeth :: Bronze :: Age 12 :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ridden by Ay'ril 46' Delfrith :: Bronze :: Age 10 :: Western Weyr :: Ridden by D'amir
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:00 am
Name: Le’x (Formerly Lenix) Age: 17 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Weyrling Previous Rank/Craft: Apprentice Weaver (Tapestry-making) Physical Description: Lenix has all-around athletic build, about 6' (5'9" before this past turn's growth spurt) with particularly muscular thighs from running on foot while his master rode a runnerbeast during their numerous hunts. His jawline is strong, and his hands are masculine with square tipped fingers. He has the looks of a canine pup – snub-nosed with wide, dark eyes and a guileless smile. His head is topped with thick dark brown hair that chooses its own part every morning.
Personality: Len is a sweet, fairly innocent fellow for having lived as a servant his entire life. Really, he lucked out with his assigned charge – Karone, a boy of roughly the same age, who was as much of a friend as a master. He is down to earth and accepting of others, thinking little of himself, and does his duty without complaint.
Very alert to his surroundings, Lenix observes details through all of his senses, and is capable of comprehending two, sometimes three conversations at a time – skills developed through a childhood of service, waiting on nobility and looking for something to keep himself entertainined during the more dreary events he’s had to sit through. He’s lost count of how many times he literally had to stand around doing nothing during a meal or party, being required to wait in readiness for when he was needed.
His most prominent strength is a knack for anything physical, he learns by mimicking what he sees others do or by “feeling it out.” For example, he’s picked up some dance steps and a few fencing moves from Karone, and learned how to ride a runnerbeast by sitting on the back of one and sensing how it responded to him. He’s never had the opportunity to focus and hone any one skill learned in this manner, so what little he knows is useless trade-wise, but helps in the day-to-day routine. In one case, he’s learned how to bake his favorite fruit pies just as well as the cook, but has no idea how to prepare anything else. His all-roundness has earned him the tongue-in-cheek nickname of “Supreme Drudge,” courtesy of Karone. Len is great with physical tasks and recall of personal memories, but conversely, ask him to do maths or recite historical dates and places, and he will fail miserably, though he can easily remember the people and their actions in those events. The rest is just not important in his mind. He avoids studying whenever possible.
Lenix’s only offically-apprenticed skill, learned from a resident Journeyman, is weaving. It is his favorite escape from routine, and he enjoys making tapestries of scenes in bright colors. He is a bit of a daydreamer in his free time, and will often sneak himself into the scenes as a masked hero, true identity unknown but loved by all. His favorite colors are red, black, and white, and they often have large areas to shine in his works.
His greatest difficulty thus far has been breaking free of servitude. He has a hard time saying no to any task put to him, and has developed a sort of fealty to his lifelong charge, Karone. Thus far, he has never dared to aspire to more because it was never an option for him. However, he comes from the same bloodline as his charge. The potential for independence and perhaps even leadership is there, and he may someday face the opportunity and rise to it – he just needs the right catalyst to spark the flame. (Perhaps his dragon, Kratoth, may have a part in this?)
Positive Trait List Mindful, moldable, loyal, athletic Negative Trait List Passive, stuck-in-a-rut, self-indulgent
History:
A bit of a black sheep where he came from, Lenix was an illigitimate child. He was somehow related to Dusiph, a minor Holder. Never considered a member of the family, Lenix was kept in Dusiph’s household as an orphan ward to prevent slanderous rumors. He happened to be close in age to Dusiph’s third son Karone, and thus was assigned to him as an attendant. The two grew up with a mixed relationship both as friends and as master and servant. They were never told of their blood ties.
When Thread fell for the first time in over a thousand Turns, Dusiph’s hold was completely unprepared and lost a majority of its people. Dusiph lost all of his relatves except for his son Karone. Desperate to be certain that his holdings would stay within the family, Dusiph revealed that Lenix was actually his nephew and began looking for bride for both boys so that more heirs could be produced as soon as possible. Karone was a desirable bachelor, but few families of any rank would consider a ward like Lenix as a good marriage prospect, especially during such chaotic times. Dusiph managed to find an easy mark in a cotholder whose settlement was still fairly undamaged, but whose daughter was already into her thirties.
As luck would have it, Lenix escaped this arranged marriage to the much older woman by being Searched, gratefully taking his place among the Candidates at High Reaches Weyr. It so happened that Karone was Searched at that same time, and he also went to High Reaches. The culture shock was immense: suddenly, as cousins and now Candidates in a weyr where rules were different, master and servant were considered equal. Not only equal, but with the uncertainty of who would and who wouldn’t Impress, there was a distinct possibility that Lenix could wind up a dragonrider, and Karone might not. The thought was both exciting and terrifying to him, so he stopped thinking about it and threw himself into his work.
It was easy for Lenix to fall into the duties of a Candidate, those being not too different than what he was used to back home. It was also easy for him to continue doing what he’d done all his life – the task of serving Karone. Lenix was discouraged from this behavior a few times, even by Karone himself, but he remained faithful. As far as any witness could tell, it appeared that he chose to do this without any compulsion on Karone’s part.
At present, though they naturally maintain their familiar status quo, the two boys are still experiencing a lot of internal strife from the tragedy at home, the revelation of their blood ties, and adjusting to their new life at High Reaches. Len’s world is expanding, and now that he knows he is Karone’s cousin, he has begun to wonder who his parents are and if they are still living.
Kratoth Written by Fated Fable Colored by Masterharper
Personality:
From the very first, Kratoth will radiate with profound strength but also with a deep reservoir of compassion and understanding. This dragon is not one to be trifled with, although he is for the most part a gentle giant. One need look no further than those of his clutch that most need safety and comfort to know where this dragon developed his patient and protective nature. No matter how the wind howls, the mountain will never bow to it. And so, too, Kratoth will never be won by the likes of one akin to his brother Elzebuth. He is a force to be reckoned, although his path will be that of the warrior monk who awaits the correct time in which to act. Like all great heroes, he knows the lay of the land, and he knows the proper timing of his blows.
It is in this manner that he would rise to achieve more than could ever be expected of a High Reaches Brown. He is patient enough to wait for opportune moment, and kind enough to choose that moment with wisdom, and do no harm in its taking. It is not through great acts of valor that the day is won, but through the inner battle with one's own self. To become the dragon that he wishes to be, he will need to know himself to his fullest extent, and carefully work away at those flaws which stand in his way. He above all knows that he could be his own worst enemy, and so he shall chip away at the worst of his impulses until he deems himself ready for battle.
Unfortunately, he also possesses a tendency toward stubbornness, and pride as well. He can be overwhelming in the wrong circumstances, no matter how well meaning he may be. Like Menankith, he has a destiny to attend to, and he does not dare to turn away from it, even if it means going against what is commonly viewed to be the proper way of things. He does respect authority that is well earned, but he does not view hereditary leadership in a positive light when the individual in question is no leader themselves. If they have not earned his respect, he will not give it. But if it is proven to him that they are truly in their rightful place, he can recognize that as legitimate. He is much more inclined, however, to respect someone who has gone against the odds to become a leader when the world did not deliver it to them on a platter.
Leadership, after all, is not found in the color of one's hide, or on the crown upon one's head. It is found in those day to day moments, the little decisions that have far reaching effects. Kratoth will lay down his life for someone who shows those qualities, but he himself may rise to such heights if paired with the right rider. He does have ambitions for himself, although he is a good lieutenant, provided that the captain is just. He has deep respect for those who protect those who look to them, and a love for those who need looking after. He is a wise, self-aware dragon who sometimes pushes too far and too hard. His own limitations are his greatest blind spot, for he doesn't quite understand that there are sheer physical differences between himself and Bronze dragons.
Hatchling art Adult Size: 38' Physical Attributes: Although not the largest of Browns from nose to tail, Kratoth possesses a physical strength that is beyond that of the average Brown. He has stamina that is close to that of a Bronze rather than is common for a Brown. However, that does mean that he's less nimble than some of his brethren. He has a tendency to be boxy, with a well muscled frame.
Additional Notes: He has ambitions, and is not afraid to Chase Gold dragons. This may cause trouble for his rider in the future, but it can't be helped. He will be a most courtly suitor, however, carefully choosing his words for the lady in question. Theme Song:Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk
Why Me? Kraroth admires Lenix's loyalty to Karone, although he is not certain that the other has yet earned that devotion. He sees potential in Lenix to become the heir that he could have been, if only he had been acknowledged from the first. While Lenix has a tendency to be complacent, Kratoth is full of drive and means for them to go far. If Lenix is waiting for a catalyst, this Brown is that very being. He means to take them both places, if only his rider will aid him in that quest-- and he is patient enough to wait until he's become the man he's meant to be.
Origin of Name: Kratoth comes from Kratos, the ancient Greek god of Strength. The son of the titan Pallas, and the goddess Styx. He was strength personified, and played a key role, along with his siblings, in bringing Prometheus before Hephaestus to be bound. He acted on behalf of Zeus, whom his own mother Styx had sided with in time immemorial, hunting down the thief of fire. Along with his siblings Bia, Zelus, and Nike, he fought beside Zeus to defend Olympus from the god of monsters, Typhon, when all other gods fled.
Inspiration: The Strength Tarot card is either the 8th or the 11th trump card in the Major Arcana. As the card is linked with the sign Leo, the number eight can be linked to it, though its traditional location is number eleven. It is a card of valor, perseverance, and a hidden gentleness. Although the great lion can be a fierce warrior, he can also be a tender father. Additionally, the imagery of the woman communing with the beast suggests that the approach of the card need not be physical alone, but rather one of deep inner strength.
Le'x Relationships: Brown Kratoth - Bonded Karone - Former master, best friend, cousin. Le'x is very loyal to him. Dusiph (NPC) - Former Lord... recently revealed to be an uncle. Not too attached. C'lusi (Masterharper) - Met at the Tarot hatching feast, he was encouraging and very helpful. Looking forward to hopefully getting a new "rider makeover" at some point. Father - unknown for now (Played by Masterharper) Mother - unknown for now
Kratoth Relationships: Le'x - Bonded Karone - Something between a third wheel and a soul mate. Blue Macuith (Masterharper) - A dear clutchmate whose goal is to bring love everywhere he goes. Kratoth is glad Macuith intervened to help bring Len and Kar back together. Bronze Takarath (Nilah44) - Father! Gold Uridith (ShinosBee) - Mother! Not too certain they will get along when Kratoth gets a little older, though.
Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:03 am
Name: Karone Age: 19 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Craft: Harper Rank: Apprentice (vocal, dance and defense) Location: High Reaches Weyr Physical Description: Karone’s looks are noticibly refined. He has a lithe, agile body, elegant and almost effeminate hands, and a small face. There is usually a spirited gleam in his sharp-edged, golden eyes. His fine copper hair is kept reasonably short, with a fringe of flyaway bangs. He has a generous helping of lips, and they part often in an unconsciously bright and confident smile that some would consider magnetic. He carries himself with innate balance and grace, and a natural lift to his tapered chin belying his wellborn ancestry. Though physically a man of eighteen Turns, he retains his boyish voice and smaller stature -- his growth has slowed or even stopped at about 5’2”. Karone’s best feature, according to himself, is his eyes.
Personality:
Though generally considered an attractive person, Karone perceives himself as “fat” and is self conscious about his appearance – particularly his height. (Lenix is always teasing him about his height and gets away with it, but woe to anyone else who tries.) He dresses as well as he can, preferring blues or black, and rarely passes up a chance to check his hair in a mirror or other reflective surface. In accordance to his concern about weight, he is very active and eats light when practical: white meats, fresh fruit, and loads of pickled vegetables.
His diminutive features make him seem cute in a child-like way to some, especially the old aunties, and he makes good use of it to extract small favors here and there. He’s always listened to his elders and is very considerate to them as a whole. Unless in the middle of something urgent, he will drop what he is doing to help an auntie or uncle in need.
Powerfully moved by music, it is as if there is a connection straight from Karone’s ears to the rest of his body. If an upbeat tune is being played, he has to consciously control himself to keep from dancing. If he hears a sad song, he tends to unconsciously match his expression to the tone. Drumbeats and vocal chants are especially empowering before a daunting task.
He has a very strong will to succeed at everything he does. Every hunt is the most important one of his life, every dance is a chance to outdo the one before. Every goal is attainable if he works hard enough for it. What’s more, Karone sincerely believes this applies to everyone. He expresses great faith in others to prevail over their circumstances.
Kar is all for helping others, but hates needing help himself. If he absolutely cannot do something on his own, he will usually only look to a trusted friend for assistance. He’s stubborn that way, and can be quite obnoxious in his drive to finish what he started. Also, he hates losing any sort of competition, and promptly loses his temper when he does.
Lately, as are many others on Pern, he is suffering from depression and anger due to losing most of his family and friends to Threadfall, and from pulling up deep roots to come to High Reaches Weyr to do his part to help fight that same Thread. Being kept busy as a Candidate and having his lifelong companion Lenix nearby is greatly helping to keep him afloat.
Positive Trait List Adventurous, tenacious, playful, encouraging Negative Trait List Brash, stubborn, conceited, short-tempered
History:
Karone has led a fairly privileged life as an heir in a minor hold. He was the third out of Dusiph’s five boys, and developed quite the competetive streak trying to keep up with his brothers. It didn’t matter if it was doing better than one at lessons or besting another in fencing, he wanted to beat them all.
As an apprentice Harper, Karone was trained in vocal, dance and defensive fighting. He was a decent countertenor, and was physically well-suited to the flowing movements required for both dance and fencing. Within his own family, at least, he excelled at all three of these disciplines.
From a very young age, Karone was paired with an orphan ward named Lenix as his aide. Lenix was very conscientious and knew his place, but Kar really wasn’t interested in being waited on. Len was more of a companion and occasional accomplice, as far as he was concerned. Karone brought this boy, whom he came to think of as a friend, with him everywhere he went.
In his seventeenth Turn, silver streaks fell from the sky and burned through every living thing they touched. These things, which Karone recognized as the extinct “Thread” from the Teaching ballads, killed most of the hold’s residents, including Karone’s mother and all of his siblings. Clearly, it was not as gone and dead as everyone had believed.
His father Dusiph’s hold was built mostly from wood. It had been nearly completely destroyed but for a few stone-brick buildings. With the surrounding farm fields and edible wild plants devoured by the Thread, it was likely that they would not survive long without help evacuating the settlement. Dusiph, however, was not in his right mind after such a devastating loss. His biggest concern was making sure that what little he had left did not go to some bandit after he died. Instead of sending the watchrider to a Weyr to call for aid, Dusiph sent him to all the nearby holds and cotholds to inquire about brides for his two heirs. Karone and Lenix overheard the order – two heirs? All of Karone’s brothers and male relatives were dead!
When pressed, Dusiph grudgingly admitted that Lenix wasn’t just some orphan he’d taken in – he was Dusiph’s nephew, Karone’s cousin. He refused to say any more on the subject, even though both boys had many questions. The revelation caused a rift between Karone and his father. He barely even spoke to Dusiph after that. Instead, he worked to make arrangements for an evacuation. It took several tries, but he managed to catch the watchrider just after one of his check-ins with Dusiph, and sent him to High Reaches Weyr.
The watchrider soon returned with other dragonriders from High Reaches. They provided instructions on what preparations to make before evacuation, and informed Dusiph that they had also come to seek Candidates to Impress at the next hatching. To Dusiph’s horror, both Karone and Lenix were selected. The need for more dragons in the sky was so dire that the riders made it clear they would rather not leave without both young men. It was so obvious to Karone that working for the weyr in any capacity was the most effective thing to do. He insisted upon going to High Reaches as a Candidate, informing his sputtering father that, “If there aren’t enough dragonriders to stop the Thread, it will leave nothing here for you to lose the next time it comes.”
With that, he and Lenix left with the dragonriders. Dusiph was later taken to Healer Hall for intense mindhealing therapies. According to the Master who treated him, it was likely that over time he would make a full recovery and be able to return to run the hold competently again – once it was rebuilt, that is.
Once made acquainted with what was expected of a Candidate at High Reaches, Karone applied himself wherever he was needed, and voraciously absorbed as much from his lessons and advice from experienced weyrfolk as possible. He would either Impress quickly, or else find another useful position to help those who did until he could join them.
Relationships: Dusiph - Father, minor Lord Holder. Currently estranged, Dusiph is in treatment at Healer Hall for mental health. Mother - Unnamed NPC, deceased. Siblings - Four brothers, unnamed NPCs, deceased Le’x (formerly Lenix) - Former servant, best friend, recently discovered to be a blood cousin. Struggling with the fact that Len Impressed and Karone did not. Brown Kratoth - Le'x's dragon. Placed on a figurative pedestal, a goal to be reached for. Dorianus (BastetAmun) - Met at the end of the Tarot hatch, nice company at the following feast. A Journeyman surgical healer, not too common!
Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:07 am
Name: L’ayr (Pronounced “liar,” dubbed so by his irreverent dragonet after Impression. Understandably, he prefers to go by his former name, Lucayr) Age: 36 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Wing Rider Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Harper (singer, songwriter, gitarist, teacher), Entertainer Physical Description: Lucayr is a fairly tall fellow, six feet three give or take an inch, with sandy-brown hair that falls loose about his face. It has a bit of a sassy, wind-blown look to it when it isn't covered by one of his many hats. His face is small with a convex, slightly pointed nose and a brassy smile that takes up a good portion of real estate. His chin is barely there and is just bare in general, as he has been unable to grow any facial hair other than his eyebrows. He observes the world through golden-hazel eyes that are usually glistening with impish intent. At present he is abnormally thin due to a new diet he's trying -- at least, that's what he'll say if anyone is eagle-eyed enough to notice through the fancy clothes he hides himself under.
Personality:
In a word, Lucayr is sociable. Very, very sociable. This can make pleasant conversation with him difficult for the uninitiated because he’s the kind of fellow who insults everyone he likes, and he tends to like almost everyone. Those who’ve gotten close to him know that it’s a language of love… and an art form.
Speaking of art forms -- Lucayr takes all facets of his Harpercraft very seriously, though he didn't start out that way. It took a few years and a few tragedies to wake him up to the need for education and a generous helping of of common sense to be infused into the younglings of Pern. He performs the sanctioned Teaching Songs faithfully, but the songs he composes himself are usually dripping with sardonicism meant to make people stop taking themselves so seriously and start worrying about the bigger picture. Most notable social or political incidents he suffers through are immortalized in a farcical but moralistic ditty to be sung at the next raucous gathering -- with names and places changed to protect the messenger, of course.
An entertainer as well as an educator, Lucayr knows the allure of a great outfit. He prefers colorful clothes and scarves and is usually wearing some sort of hat. His flashy appearance and audacious demeanor as well as his velvety tenor make him the target of much affection, which he welcomes in a most platonic manner. Lucayr finds many women very attractive and loves spending time with them, but it hasn’t yet occured to him to pursue in any serious fashion – he’s too blasted busy for that!
Since Thread returned, there has been even more division regarding whose way is the “right” way. Lucayr has not quite made up his mind and is still in the process of exploring all sides of of the matter. He feigns being an open book in order to gather as much information as possible, but he hides much of his true thoughts and intentions.
Positive Trait List Well-educated, sociable, flamboyant, self-motivated, inquisitive Negative Trait List Ostentatious, overextending, wiley, pragmatic, sardonic
History: Born a tanner's son at Igen Hold, Lucayr always had a gift for lyric and voice, even from an early age. He went to Harper Hall at age twelve and became an apprentice there. He did well in his studies, though he was rather flippant about them and about authority in general. He displayed a certain knack for storytelling in some of the grandiose lies he weaved. Though his master was never quite sure exactly why he put up with it, he saw the talent in the boy that he did not want to go to waste.
Later in life, as a journeyman, he was assigned to a newly-designated weyrhold to tutor the holdbrats. This was mere days after the visiting gold had delivered her clutch of sixteen eggs. It was not a coincidence on his master's part; he sent the boy there with specific instructions to keep his head down and his eyes and ears open, and to report on the progress of the clutch regularly. That was one topic where he was just as intrigued as his master – just how necessary was it for Pern to support so many dragons when there had been no Thread in ten hundred Turns?
He was there taking notes when representatives of High Reaches and Western Weyr showed up to give their input on how the hold should care for the eggs and the queen, who should be permitted to Stand at the hatching, and which weyr the Impressed hatchlings and their chosen riders should be affiliated with. There was also a constant stream of opinions from the folks living in the hold who were not in agreement with their lord’s decision to welcome the gravid golden dragon. Lucayr heard sentiments that were gentler, such as those who hoped all of the bonded pairs would leave right away to join a weyr when the hatch was complete, all the way up the scale to those who venomously declared that they would enjoy a gather featuring a feast of dragon-egg omelettes.
The Hatch
When the dragons began to hum, singing their welcome song to the soon-coming young, Lucayr was one of the first to respond. He hurried toward the nest, but paused when he saw a group of men congregating near the entrance. They seemed unusually vigilant, and more than half of them looked unfamiliar. He had a bad feeling about them.
The Holder arrived on the scene with his heirs, rushing them to the sands to be the first to present themselves to the hatching dragonets. They were in such a scramble that they failed to notice the strangers, even when shoving past them to enter the nest area. Before anyone else could get close, the band of men entered and began to shut the door. Later on, Lucayr would wonder what made him act so foolishly, but he was suddenly sprinting for the sands, getting through just in the nick of time before the door slammed. Inside, he barely managed to evade the sight of the man who had closed and locked the door. Clinging to the wall, the harper scooted away and ducked behind the table loaded with meat that had been prepared for the hatchlings.
It was lucky for him that everyone was so focused on the event at hand, backs facing him as they stared at the queen and her clutch. Neither the Holder, the golden dragon, or her rider noticed anything amiss; their attention was riveted on the eggs. They were trembling, some even tipping onto their sides, all sixteen splitting with staccato cracks at nearly the same time. The sound was incredible. Dragonets of every color spilled out onto the sand in moments, creeling with hunger and desperation. Above the noise, Lucayr heard the Holder’s triumphant shout as one of his boys Impressed. Then, the triumph turned to terror as the marvelous proceeding became an absolute bloodbath.
With so many hatchlings lurching, flailing their wings and claws, blundering into each other and the men, there was no where to go to avoid them. Their great golden mother jealously guarded her rider with gentle nudges to redirect the hatchlings, but no one else was welcome under her wing. Lucayr cringed behind the table as men fell left and right, bleeding. The door was thrown open, and the strangers who could still run, walk or crawl, fled the scene. Miraculously, the Holder and his sons escaped nearly unscathed. Lucayr also made it out safely.
The remaining dragon hatchlings floundered their way outside, where they were marveled at by the holdfolk from a much safer distance. Each found their way to their chosen partner and Impressed. Except one.
The goldrider stood in the doorway of the nesting area, calling for help. The Holder, his remaining un-bonded sons, Lucayr, and several others rushed to see what was the matter. Inside, the queen nuzzled a small, dark bundle. A brown hatchling lay shivering and forgotten in the bloody aftermath, curled in upon itself like a pillbug, its wings tightly wrapped around its face. It peeked with one frightened greenish-yellow eye from beneath a wing and saw Lucayr. It unraveled into a bizzare, gangly splay of limbs and wings, weakly thrashing and trying to stand, but its voice rang like a clear bell in his head, begging him for warmth and sustenance, and by Faranth’s first egg, a hiding place from all those gawking eyes!
The shivering creature was a hideous little thing, its legs, tail and neck so perversely spindling and twiggy that it nearly resembled a winged tunnel snake, but Lucayr was enrap—
—Oh, you have questions?
No, you obstreperous oaf! I have a demand. You will cease this disparaging description of my person and depict me with the same grace and elegance I have always borne!
I see. Frankly, my darling Tikth, it’s up to our dear listeners how much credence to apply to this particular spiel of alleged farfetchery; I’ve prepared a few other variations that you may prefer, but we will save those for another time. For now, let us continue...
A more serious history (Not penned by a certain capricious Harper)
Yes, Lucayr is quite the tale-spinner and loves his embellishments. He’ll never reveal what parts of his story are true and which are shameless exaggerations. It’s safe to say he did Impress at that weyrhold, though maybe not under such an exciting set of circumstances. Tikth, however, was a fragile, sickly baby, almost as if he were slightly underdeveloped at hatching, and it took a lot of work to help him thrive to adulthood. Lucayr struggled to balance his life between caring for his dragon and doing harper’s work, not wanting to let go of either. It was exhausting, and he became deeply depressed, but hid it well with the brassy smile that was his harper's mask. The only real physical sign he showed of this distress was a severe drop in weight that he carefully hid under the bright clothes of an entertainer.
Tikth started life pitifully weak in body, but showed himself to be a buoyant, fun-loving creature. As time passed, he learned how to lift his bonded’s spirits with rhymes, riddles and games, while he grew stronger under Lucayr’s steadfast care. Two Turns after their Impression, the pair had rehabilitated each other to a point where they were balanced and ready to move on to something more. Lucayr knew just where to begin.
Upon their arrival at Harper Hall, they met a woman and her green dragon. Emori and Inannath, as they were called, seemed to have a lot in common with the young man and his brown. Particularly of note was the fact that Inannath had jealousy issues that interfered with her mating flights, and Tikth had terrible anxiety when he was around too many others – it seemed they would both do better in a small group setting, so to speak. Both were exeedingly verbose and had excellent senses of humor. They were also quite talented in the air, and dragon acrobatics were fairly popular entertainment in those days.
So Lucayr, Emori, and their dragons became entertainers, flying with a caravan of folks possessing a variety of talents for show. They did well with their exhibitions, theatrics, and occasional cheap tricks. Unfortunately, it would not last.
Pern was never really a safe place, even though its long-ago enemy Thread had vanished. When Thread suddenly reappeared, it came upon the caravan with such furiosity that there were precious few members left alive. That number was reduced even further as raiders converged like scavenger birds upon the ruins of their brightly-painted carts, stopped only by bursts of dragonflame from the mouths of the green and brown. They spent every bit of firestone they had in that skirmish, and would be defenseless if more raiders, or more Thread, came.
With little supplies left, and so many of their friends too injured to safely go Between, Lucayr and Emori had no choice but to leave them to look for help...
(“Welcome to High Reaches” RP begins here, to be backdated.)
Name: Tikth Age: 7 Color: Brown Size: 32’ Physical Description: Brown Tikth is a leggy, long-winged, lean dragon that looks particularly awkward on the ground when in the open. His long legs give him speed and reach in close quarters and his long, tapered wings enable his flight to be more acrobatic than usual. His face mask marking, however, can make it intimidating to lock eyes with him as it almost appears as if he is wearing a skull of some sort and his great whirling eyes glow from empty sockets.
Personality: That he has a penchant for lurking and observing is perhaps the first and foremost thing one should know about Tikth. You see, this dark individual is comfortable in small spaces or out of sight, but he always likes to keep everyone else in his sight. Being more of a nocturnal individual, his color lends itself well to this. When he was young, this tendency to sneak around played out in his great delight at scaring people or dragons with his seeming ability to appear and disappear from places no sane dragon would Between to. Indeed, his innate skill at Between and his love of lurking earned this one much infamy in those early days.
If it wasn’t already apparent, Tikth is a playful individual at heart, enjoying the challenge of hide-and-go-seek with a passion that’s difficult to match. His enthusiasm is infectious and he often vocalizes with draconic laughter and shouts. He was quick to master the use of echoes and thrown voices to mislead his ‘prey’. Beware of angering this brown, however. He may not be large or particularly strong for his color, but his speed and spatial awareness give him an edge in close-quarters combat. He’ll heckle, manipulate, mislead, and otherwise confuse the offending individual until he or she is horribly lost or exhausted from the onslaught.
Despite his trickery and inability to ease up, Tikth has one close-guarded secret, that he and His will know. That secret is that, as much as Tikth adores causing trouble and running circles around people, he is always willing to stop IF they answer three of his riddles right. When someone manages to do so, he’ll concede defeat and reveal himself, no less enthusiastic then before. An odd way to make friends, perhaps, but Tikth does so love his challenges.
One last note on Tikth, he has an inexplicable love for rain on sunny days. He doesn’t know why but the mystery and refreshing experience of such events draw him like bees to honey.
Name: Emori Age: 37 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider Previous Rank/Craft: Entertainer
Physical Description: Emori’s most prominent feature is her eyes. They are unusually large and almond-shaped with brown irises. Their size makes them striking and they seem pretty at first glance, but the longer one gazes into them, the more alien Emori begins to look—almost as if someone else’s eyes had been placed in her face. Her hair, straight, flat, and black, ends just past her shoulders, with sloping bangs down to her cheek-bones and parted on the right side. She isn’t especially curvy, as far as her body goes, but she has enough to make her clearly female. She normally stands at five feet, three inches, but can squeeze in an extra inch when she fully straightens up.
Personality:
This girl was holdbound since she was born, and so had quite a time conforming to the bustle of weyr life. She’d always depended on others, but making her own choice to become a candidate was her first step in becoming a more self-reliant person. She Impressed green Inannath, and through a series of unfortunate events, the pair moved on to forge their own path outside the weyrs. Necessity forced them to become independent very quickly.
Emori has very strong ethics and does not deal well with guilt—though she has little trouble making others feel guilty if they are, by her book, in the wrong. Admittedly, she was a bit of a tattletale as a child, but nowadays she prefers to go straight to the culprit to set things right.
On a somewhat humorous note, Emori loves to wear fancy clothes, as they make up for her plainness, and whenever possible, she wears hats or headdresses that minimize her too-big eyes. She’s dealt with enough teasing over these oddities that it doesn’t bother her anymore.
Her interest in romance is currently rather superficial, due in part to a major hurt in her own past and to her green dragon’s extreme jealousy. Men are nice to look at and maybe flirt a little, but heaven forbid she actually get Close to them.
Positive Trait List Honest, fashionable, devoted Negative Trait List Grudging, self-conscious, naive
History: Before being Searched:
As the relative of a Holder, Emori never had to live too roughly. She grew up with her numerous siblings and cousins, playing silly games like Dress-up and Capture-the-Dragon. The latter game never meant anything sinister to her until she was older and allowed to hear and participate in grown-up conversations. The holdfolk were quite fond of talking about the dragonmen and their undeserved “tithes.” These men also enjoyed kidnapping young men and women from the holds to take back to their weyrs. Raised in such an environment, with no first-hand experience with the riders, Emori believed it all. She hated them just as much as anyone else for taking what they pleased from her family and friends. There was no reason for it, save that “Thread” excuse, which had been invalid for over a thousand Turns.
Imagine her horror when she was Searched in her eighteenth Turn. Emori, along with another girl and several boys, were chosen by two leather-clothed men and their gigantic blue monsters. They were told they didn’t have to go, but it seemed impossible to outmaneuver the smooth-talking dragonriders. They were almost hypnotic, easily convincing the boys to come, no matter how loudly their parents protested. They’d have a chance to fight. A chance to fly. A chance for so many freedoms one could never find in a hold. In the end, Emori also went with the men, but not for these things.
What made her go, despite her fear, was the blueriders’ description of what happened to hatchlings that did not find the One. She’d looked at the two immense beasts whose necks they sat astride, unable to imagine how such grand, if terrifying, creatures could be denied life… just like that. She did not want to be the one who was not there.
She went to Western Weyr, determined to look on the bright side of things, but Emori was completely out of her element. She hoped that the Hatching would come swiftly, so she could fail to Impress, free her conscience, and go home.
After being Searched/Before Impression:
Besides being compelled to work harder than she ever had before, nothing much happened to Emori at Western Weyr until the pre-hatch Gather. There, she met another candidate, a weyrbrat who’d been there her entire life. They had a bit of an argument about the holder's lack of interest in the Hatching, which ended in the other's storming off. There was also a man there, who Emori recognized and meant to speak to, but her row with the other candidate kept her from getting to him before he left.
As the days wore on, Emori avoided that man. Upon her return to Western, she learned that he was a bronze dragonrider. That destroyed any interest she had in speaking with him. He managed to corner her, though, and a calm, thoughtful discussion about the worth of the weyrs ensued, contrary to both of their expectations. The rider then proposed a deal to Emori: If she did not Impress at the upcoming Hatching, and if he could not convince her that her time at the weyr was worthwhile, he would return her to her family's hold himself. They shook on it, both believing they had the upper hand.
Emori went to the Hatching, firmly believing she would not Impress. Halfway through the event, a green dragonet of the brightest shade anyone had ever seen was born, and it made straight for her. She Impressed the stunning but exhaustively talkative Inannath, vastly broadening her world view in the space of moments.
After Impression:
Emori’s love for her dragon was all-encompassing, but she had an awful feeling that she could never fit in at Western Weyr, or any weyr. Whether or not it was actually true, she felt shunned by everyone else for her previous attitude, and couldn’t see any way to redeem herself. Her own family disowned her once they discovered that she had Impressed. To top it all off, Inannath’s maiden mating flight was a disaster.
The only person Emori really trusted was that bronzerider, and though she would not say a word to the man himself, her desperate pleas to Inannath resulted in his dragon winning the flight. In hindsight, that was probably not the best thing for Inannath’s well being, she being so tiny compared to the great bronze. Thankfully, the green was not injured, save for a few minor scratches, but her poor little mind was in absolute turmoil. She was a weird little green, proddy as the rest of them, but there seemed to be a connection failure somewhere in her head. The fact that Emori was enthralled with someone NOT her was unacceptable, even though it was actually Inannath’s doing that caused it. Emori’s own confusion in the matter made it worse.
She had long ago fallen in love with and expected to be married, or at least weyrmated to the bronzerider after what they had shared, however she was painfully disappointed when she learned that he was not willing to follow hold traditions. He was gentle with his rejection, but made it clear that he was ambitious to become a Weyrleader at Western or any other weyr where his bronze could fly a gold. He was not going to tie himself down. This was the last drop of poison that Emori could stomach.
Rules were slack in a time where Threadfall was unheard of, so it was a simple matter for Emori and Inannath to fly off in a random direction to find a new life for themselves. They landed at Fort Hold and spent the next twelve Turns doing whatever work was available in the surrounding areas. They often worked for Harper Hall and got to know the people there quite well. Each time Inannath rose to mate, however, it was always a difficult, chaotic event because other dragons were everywhere in those days. Both Emori and her dragon would be grounded, the green brokenhearted from what she perceived as her rider’s betrayal and both awash in painful memories of past flights for days, sometimes sevendays afterward.
One day, a Journeyman Harper called Lucayr returned from a distant weyrhold after being posted there for two Turns. He had Impressed a brown dragon called Tikth. He and his dragon quickly connected with Emori and Inannath, and they became fast friends. The Harper had sympathy for their story and seemed to understand Inannath’s strange ways when it came to mating flights. He began to develop plans to form a caravan of entertainers that featured a single pair of dragons in the performances. As Inannath and Tikth would be the only two dragons in the group, it would be easy to control the outcome of each flight, provided they were able to get a good distance from any settlements with other dragons. The riders agreed to stay apart and keep control of their senses, leaving the dragons free to follow their instincts without any incident.
The plan worked exceedingly well, and the caravan traveled for four Turns. The troupe became rather popular, and life was good.
Then came the Thread.
After Threadfall:
Stranded in a mountainous area between Nabol and High Reaches, their troupe suffered heavy losses of people and supplies in that first Threadfall. Those who were left barely made it through. Within a very short time, the troupe was hard-pressed for medical attention and food, and shadowed by fear that another wave of silver could come at any time. Additionally, the dragons were beside themselves with frustration. Their natural drive was to fight Thread, but the last of their small firestone supply, kept for stunning flame displays during dragon acts, had been used to defend the caravan against raiders in the aftermath of the devastation. Emori and Lucayr were able to keep their dragons under control, but it wasn’t easy.
Knowing their ground-bound troupe members would be unable to go far, the two jumped Between to the closest cotholds to scout for help...
(“Welcome to High Reaches” RP begins here, to be backdated.)
Name: Inannath Age: 19 Color: Green Size: 18’ Physical Description: Inannath is an exceedingly small dragon, even for a green. She came from the smallest egg in her clutch, and she never ended up catching up to her clutch siblings. She doesn’t seem to notice her small size most of the time, though lining up Inannath with other greens is often humorous. She looks like she’s half-grown compared to most of them. She can’t hold more than one person at a time easily, and her flight sustainability isn’t very good, but she’s a very speedy little thing, and she relishes in taking sharp turns and dives that set her rider holding on to dear life, and laughing as she does so.
Personality: Inannath is extremely… talkative. That’s one way to put it. If you were to phrase it less politely, you would say that she is quite incapable of ever shutting up. There’s just a constant stream of words coming from her, a large part of it meaningless babble. There is one thing to say for it though- it’s grammatically correct meaningless babble. For a dragon, Inannath has an extraordinary vocabulary, and she always wants to learn new words and what they mean so that she can store them somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind. She will constantly pester her rider, or pester other dragons, and it’s hard to shake her off. Plus, she’s just so damn cute.
There is something endearingly flamboyant about Inannath. She seeks to be the center of attention, but not through very typical means. She would rather be the fool and have others laugh than be stuck up and unattainable. In fact, Inannath finds it hard to take just about everything seriously, often to her detriment. She just can’t see any situation as so serious that there can’t be some fun poked at it, with the exception of the death of another dragon. And even then, Inannath might crack a (wholly inappropriate) joke about how they were in life.
It’s safe to say that anything remotely sexual seems to go over Inannath’s head. She hardly understands her own feelings about Flight, and it tends to distress her after the fact. It would take a special male to get her take any sort of relationship seriously, and calm down. It distresses her, even as adult, when her rider engages in any sort of remotely sexual activity. The feelings confuse her, and she’ll creel and whine like a hatchling. She doesn’t like her rider’s attention to be diverted from her in that way. In her mind, she’s all her rider needs. These problems may eventually be able to be worked through, but it will take some time.
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Green Inannath Inannath is extremely… talkative. That’s one way to put it. If you were to phrase it less politely, you would say that she is quite incapable of ever shutting up. There’s just a constant stream of words coming from her mouth, a large part of it meaningless babble. There is one thing to say for it though- it’s grammatically correct meaningless babble. For a dragon, Inannath has an extraordinary vocabulary, and she always wants to learn new words and what they mean so that she can store them somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind. She will constantly pester her rider, or pester other dragons, and it’s hard to shake her off. Plus, she’s just so damn cute.
Inannath is an exceedingly small dragon, even for a green. She came from the smallest egg in her clutch, and she never ended up catching up to her clutch siblings. She doesn’t seem to notice her small size most of the time, though lining up Inannath with other greens is often humorous. She looks like she’s half-grown compared to most of them. She can’t hold more than one person at a time easily, and her flight sustainability isn’t very good, but she’s a very speedy little thing, and she relishes in taking sharp turns and dives that set her rider holding on to dear life, and laughing as she does so.
There is something endearingly flamboyant about Inannath. She seeks to be the center of attention, but not through very typical means. She would rather be the fool and have others laugh than be stuck up and unattainable. In fact, Inannath finds it hard to take just about everything seriously, often to her detriment. She just can’t see any situation as so serious that there can’t be some fun poked at it, with the exception of the death of another dragon. And even then, Inannath might crack a (wholly inappropriate) joke about how they were in life.
It’s safe to say that anything remotely sexual seems to go over Inannath’s head. She hardly understands her own feelings about Flight, and it tends to distress her after the fact. It would take a special male to get her take any sort of relationship seriously, and calm down. It distresses her, even as adult, when her rider engages in any sort of remotely sexual activity. The feelings confuse her, and she’ll creel and whine like a hatchling. She doesn’t like her rider’s attention to be diverted from her in that way. In her mind, she’s all her rider needs. These problems may eventually be able to be worked through, but it will take some time.
The Mesopotamian Goddess Inanna INANNA: Goddess of Words, Language, Syntax and Meaning. It's all writing, innit? Having peeked at the Tablets of Destiny (ME), she is an expert at persuasive NAM-SHUBbery.
The daughter of ANU (or possibly his son ENLIL), she has much in common with ISHTAR. She married a shepherd type Deity called DUMUZI and built him a city to rule called Uruk. She also has a sister (possibly a twin) called ERESHKIGAL who was ruler of the Underworld.
One day INANNA said to her maid Ninshubar 'Look after things for a day or two — I'm going Down Under to see how sis is getting on — we haven't seen each other for yonks.'
Well, it was quite a lark. There were seven gates, and before she went through each one she had to do a bit of strip tease. This was a strip search with a difference. By the time she got to the throne room she was starkers.
Unabashed, as she was not the bashful type INANNA cried 'Wheee — ain't we got fun! Wow — give us a kiss, move over and lemmee have a go on that fab throne! The ministers and judges of the dead in attendance on ERESHKIGAL were appalled and gave INANNA the sort of looks that could kill. So INANNA dropped dead. They hung the corpse on a butcher's hook. ERESHKIGAL did not seem very concerned. Twinning had never been her thing.
Ninshubar was the one who became concerned when her mistress did not return. She prayed to the Gods but there was much shaking of heads and shuffling from above and only ENKI came to her aid. He created two zombie-like beings and gave them a lunch box containing immortality snacks. Having no hearts or anything to prove they were alive they went through the seven gates without let or hindrance.
In the Throne room they just took INANNA off the hook and restored her to life. The judges looks were of no use. Somewhat subdued by now INANNA asked her sister if she could leave now. 'Well, I can let you off the hook for the time being' said ERESHKIGAL,' but you must send me a replacement, or you will have to come back.'
Doing a reverse strip on the way out, INANNA shot back to Uruk a top speed to find DUMUZI having the time of his life and sleeping with GESHTINANNA the Goddess of Wine, another sister of hers. She packed both of them off the Underworld and they each have to do a six-month stint — Duz in summer, Gesh in winter.
You would think all this sort of thing would have slowed INANNA down, but not a bit. She was always a headstrong girl and having heard of the "ME", The Tablets of Destiny and Fundamental Powers of the Universe had been left for safekeeping with ENKI, She thought 'ME, ME, ME! They're going to be mine!'
She paid a visit to ENKI who now had a slight drink problem and by using flattery, her considerable sexual charm and getting him well and truly sozzled, she persuaded him to let her have a peek at one of the famous tablets. Then another one. And then could she hold one? By the end of the evening she not only held them, she loaded them onto her barge and pushed off rapidly for Uruk.
When ENKI woke up with a hangover and found he had given the tablets away, he was not a happy God. He sent his minions in pursuit, but she outwitted them all, proclaiming that ENKI had given them of His Own Free Will. His being drunk at the time was not her problem — he should join Alcoholics Anonymous. (This of course was not really feasible because everyone knew who ENKI was.) And that was that.
Oh God, Why Me? Call it a blessing or a curse- either way, Emori and Inannath will be a pair for a long, long time. Both need to take steps towards self-reliance, and it's something that they can greatly help each other with. Plus, with Emori's love of fancy clothes and Inannath's bright colors, don't you think they look nice together?
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3573.06 [SRP] RP Title – Short description
Old History:Original ATWOP Journal Major changes - Impressed at Western instead of Ista, and her history with a certain bronzerider is being altered a bit to fit with a different character in this universe. And she doesn't have a previous kid from before being Searched.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:15 am
Name: K’ienn (formerly Kovalienn) Age: 37 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Wingleader of the Trespassers Wing Previous Rank/Craft: N/A Physical Description: K’ienn is the quintessential bronzerider: tall, well-built, generally thought handsome, and just oozing pure, smug self-satisfaction. He sports wide shoulders and a slender waist, long legs and well-toned arms which are often kept bare. He generally dresses rather ostentatiously in white, with various accessories. His favorite thing to wear on colder days is a huge white fur cloak that makes him look much bigger and more threatening than he is.
K’ienn’s skin is naturally quite dark for someone living in a cold area, and he boasts a full head of silky black hair. It is so soft and fine that it tends to flow when he walks, giving the impression of a slight breeze billowing past. He looks out through dark-lashed brown eyes that are wholly confident in meeting the gazes of others. He’s got nothing to be ashamed of. Have you?
His smiles aren’t exactly rare, but they’re never really nice. They’re most commonly tinged with just enough insolence to make them seem outright provocative – especially when combined with that direct stare and those slight cheek dimples. The only thing noticeably out of place on his visage is a small crook in the bridge of his otherwise nice-looking nose. He does not talk about its origins.
Personality: Colorbigot jerkwad.
See that tall fellow over there, swaggering along like a feline with his chin jutting and flanked by his cronies? That’s K’ienn. If you’re not looking to be scrutinized and possibly have to answer for something that you’ve probably already been told before, you might want to avoid him. Sure, he’s easy on the eyes, but really, it’s not worth the risk of initiating conversation. Unless you ride a metallic, or you’re not a rider at all. Then you’re okay. Unless you’re from a hold. Or too outspoken about your opinions. Or… you know what? Never mind. Just don’t talk to him.
K’ienn is a traditionalist through and through. He’s from a long line of bronzeriders and was born and raised at High Reaches. As a bronzerider for the last twenty turns, he sees himself as an authority in many things, including enforcement of what he sees as the correct way to do things at High Reaches. He’s not the most gentle at it, either. He’s been known to harass, coerce, and occasionally use force in his drive to serve the interests of High Reaches, though he’s smart enough that it isn’t something he does openly. He will also resort to bullying if something is annoying to him but can’t really be corrected, especially if it involves certain color-rider combinations that he finds to be unacceptable.
On the subject of color, K’ienn does not think of chromatics as worthless like his father did, but he does believe they have their natural roles and should not stray from them by trying to be leaders or by Impressing the wrong sort of rider – women on blues and browns? Tacky. And whites… well, they shouldn’t even be hatched, if they can’t do it themselves. They barely have any stamina and are all but useless in a fall… really, they shouldn’t even be hatched.
And all those unaffiliated riders and their dragons out there, living however they like while Thread falls? Now those are the worthless ones. Every dragon should be united in the fight, preferably under the authority of High Reaches. Tithes? They’re not as hard to get as they were before Thread, but from those last few holders with closed hands… they are to be extracted by whatever means necessary.
If K’ienn sounds a little too focused on these things, well... he kind of is. What started as a childhood hero worship of his ambitious father K’voran matured into a competition for superiority once K’ienn had Impressed a bronze of his own. It was exciting and all sorts of fun to be an equal with his once-untouchable father, but when Yisketh flew his first gold, K’ienn lost control over his ego. He sincerely believed that as a bronzer, he had to have rank in order to be of real use – and he was well on his way to getting there. Since then, he’s been on a reckless drive to reach the top, not really caring who gets trampled underfoot on the way, or who thinks poorly of him, unless it’s someone in charge.
He can be deliriously charming, but it’s not something he does often these days unless he’s got ulterior motives. He doesn’t show much positive emotion in general, to be honest. He’s been driving forward toward that singular goal for so long that the only pure moments he really has are those that come in the quiet times, when he’s alone with Yisketh, or half-asleep in the aftermath of a flight.
K’ienn genuinely loves his home and wants the best for it, but unfortunately, somewhere along the way, he hit a few snags that pulled him down into something ugly, and hasn’t been able to resurface.
Positive Trait List Focused, ambitious, charming (when it’s useful) Negative Trait List Obsessive, insolent, bigoted
History:
Kovalienn was weyrbred, born at High Reaches to goldrider Dalienne and bronzerider K’voran. Though his progenitors weren’t closely involved in their son’s early upbringing (his mother was unaffiliated with the Weyr and left when he was only a few turns old), Kovalienn idolized his sire and hung onto his every word. The man was big and strong, dark-skinned with a steely gaze and hair black as coal. He rode the powerful bronze Axantath, a proud, muscular beast that to the innocent eyes of a child seemed legendary. The boy would often sit unnoticed under the table or behind a counter, just listening to the man and his cronies talk, all of them strong bronzeriders.
They spoke of dragon colors and weyr leadership – wouldn’t it be grand if all of Pern were united under the Weyrleaders of High Reaches? But all of those other colors, those worthless greens and blues… even some browns and metallics, for shame! They were fighting against the natural order and weakening the weyrs from the inside out. And the holdfolk… it was foolish of those ground-bound vermin to dismiss dragons as worthless wastes of resources. Thread would return someday. Then the bronzes would show their might, and those naysayers would regret. They would pay for their disbelief when Thread fell and the dragons rose to glory.
K’voran participated in numerous gold flights over the turns, vying for his desired place among the leadership. He was a wingleader for as long as Kovalienn could remember, but his bronze always seemed to fail when it came to the flights that would determine the next Weyrleader. He was too young then to understand the sort of pressure being put on the dragon in those critical moments, but he would learn soon enough.
By age fifteen, Kovalienn had already become a miniature version of his father, a handsome but prideful little prince who repeated much of the same things he’d heard his elder say. He knew that when he Impressed, it would be to a bronze. Nothing else was worth so much as a disdainful glance. He stood for Eveleth’s maiden clutch and did Impress that bronze, and the only metallic in the clutch, to boot… but not before Yisketh was terribly humiliated by a blue clutchmate who seemed to think that somehow he was better than a bronze!
If Kovalienn had any doubts as to the inferiority of chromatics, blue Krahsujunth deftly amputated them with his intolerable behavior – first aggressively knocking Yisketh down for no discernible reason, and then going on to Impress a girl. And that girl, Vilirind? She actually presumed to take an honorific! That was just altogether tasteless. K’ienn will be hesitant to admit to it, but he did come to fisticuffs with “V’rind” a few short months after the hatch. Such an encounter was inevitable, though, for their bronze and blue feuded regularly since day one.
For the safety of his Yisketh, he might have tried to mitigate the hostility between the two dragons – had his father not interfered. With K’ienn’s Impression of a bronze, suddenly K’voran became acutely aware of his son as if he were lit up with beacons. The boy was welcomed into the company of his childhood heroes, and at his tender fifteen turns he still saw them through rosy-colored lenses. He was taught that no chromatic should ever be permitted to so much as lift its head in defiance against a metallic. Blue Krahsujunth was to be thoroughly trounced.
But the trouncing did not happen. Inch for inch, Krahsujunth kept up in size with his bronze brother as they grew. Even a full turn later, nearing the end of their growth, they were barely a few armspans apart in length. It was clear that K’ienn and Yisketh would have to employ other methods of recompense.
Krahsujunth had a rather hopeless tendency to be attracted to gold dragons, which gave Yisketh several opportunities to flaunt his superiority in ways which were difficult to refute. In their third turn, a gold dragonet named Fianth was hatched. Inconceivably, Krahsujunth chose this particular gold to fall head over heels for… so Yisketh took her when she rose for her maiden flight. He liked her well enough, but ultimately, she was a means to an end, for his rider at least. Fianth’s rider, Olliah, could be the Weyrwoman of High Reaches someday, after all.
K’ienn’s relationship with Olliah was… well, not what it could have been, had his priorities been in a better place. She was certainly a beautiful woman, but so much more than that. She was a rare jewel – innocent, gentle and nurturing – well worth the time and the effort to pursue for reasons beyond the golden dragon she rode. The young man had an inkling of this in the early days of their union, and he was very happy with her… perhaps even loved her. But, sadly, happiness would not be enough to satisfy him at that point in his life.
At every gold flight, Yisketh would be pitted against K’voran’s bronze Axantath for superiority, and often Krahsujunth as well. The determined Yisketh sired a second clutch by Fianth with a particularly spectacular mating flight, resulting in a staggering twenty-four eggs. It was the largest High Reaches clutch in the last twenty turns and tied with the previous record in recent history. The clutch included a golden egg and three bronzes.
Those bronzer cronies of his father’s, most of whom were already wavering in their loyalties by then, began to gravitate toward K’ienn, and soon he found himself their leader in place of K’voran. He made it their mission to take more action instead of sitting around chatting about their opinions, as they’d done under his father. Through less than gentle avenues, K’ienn set to conforming as many deviants as possible to fall in line with the traditions of High Reaches. He was not above threats, whistleblowing, or outright force. He was also more than happy to visit holds and “persuade” those snobby civilians to hand over the tithes rightfully due to the Weyr.
Yisketh sired a third clutch by Fianth the same turn that her Olliah became Weyrwoman Second. It felt like fate was on K’ienn’s side. This was about a turn before the next weyrleadership flight, and though neither K’ienn nor his father were so fortunate as to win that flight, the young man and his bronze were pleased to discover that somewhere along the line they had managed to get themselves noticed by the Weyrwoman Zheria. K’ienn wasted no time in cultivating her favor, confidently carrying out any task she put to him without question or hesitance. He dared not think of himself as anything approaching her equal, but if he worked hard enough… maybe someday.
It is unknown exactly when K’ienn got it into his head that he needed to become a Weyrleader, but somewhere along the line it became the only thing that really mattered to him. It was his obsession, driving him ever further from that chance at happiness he might have shared with Olliah. His private words to her went from sweet nothings, to excitedly sharing his ambitions and progress... to complaining, questioning, blaming himself, his mother, his father, the lesser riders... anyone who he felt was in his way at achieving his dreams. He never blamed Olliah, but later wondered if perhaps he hadn’t made her feel like he did. It had seemed to K'ienn, at the time she ended their relationship of eight turns, that she’d been the one to grow distant and uninterested.
Yisketh, for his part, was all but distraught at losing Fianth. When she rose for her fourth flight, the desperate bronze and blue Krahsujunth clashed in the air. With the focus on gold Fianth, no one really saw which of the males initiated the fight, or if it had somehow been instigated by one of their riders. In any case, it was a short and bloody collision, followed by a reckless sprint to catch Fianth. But neither caught her – she chose bronze Rintath instead. Her next flight was even worse. K’ienn and K’voran both demanded what was arguably too much of their bronzes, who gave every ounce of effort they could muster. The two bronzes seemed to be unstoppable, gaining on Fianth with such precise determination that most of the onlookers couldn’t begin to predict who’d be the one to catch her.
Without warning, Axantath shattered. Somehow, he’d flown with what seemed like bottomless reserves of vigor until he reached his absolute limit... and plummeted. Thankfully, he was saved by some dragons who’d been spectating. It seemed like Yisketh would be the victor in that flight, but in the last moments bronze Ruvath, who had been conserving his stamina, surged ahead and caught his prize. K’voran’s bronze lived, but was permanently grounded, and K’voran disgraced. Instead of seeing the incident as a cautionary tale to be heeded, though, K’ienn was inordinately pleased that his father was out of the race. That was one less opponent to deal with. Not that it got him any closer to reconciliation with Olliah, or to any sort of relationship with another goldrider. Even when Yisketh managed to catch one of those glittering golds, it never led to anything more than a night or a few, no lingering connection that K’ienn could feel on the inside, or could use on the outside.
For hundreds of turns, High Reaches had been in its own little world, operating with the assumption that Thread would return to Pern. That was part of the tradition that K’ienn and Yisketh served, and when the silver rain did come, they took it as confirmation for everything they stood for… and every fall was a chance to further prove their quality.
With the latest hatch at High Reaches came several new weyrling pairs, including a gold and bronze, with great potential to be molded to the traditions, and perhaps even to serve as stepping stones in K’ienn’s and Yisketh’s objective to climb the ranks. Unfortunately, there were also an alarming number that might be... difficult. Those had been noted, and would not escape their watchful eyes.
Other: Think of him as a spoiled rich kid with daddy issues, prowling a schoolyard with his friends and bullying all the smaller kids, and you won’t be too far off. There’s also a strong stench of family history preparing to repeat itself.
DRAGON Name: Yisketh Age: 22 Color: Bronze Size: 40’ Physical Description: He may be 40’ in length, but Yisketh is far from being even a medium-sized bronze. A disproportionate amount of his length is taken up by his tail and neck, while his body, though fighting fit, is actually a bit closer in size to that of an average brown. His legs are also longer than average, adding to his attractive, graceful shape and giving him a clear height advantage over many of the dragons who outweigh him. He tends to carry himself with lofty hauteur, his neck arched in a majestic curve, taking collected strides with the same ease and insolence as a runnerbeast sire. His hide is a rich shade of bronze, with much darker wingsails and neck ridges, underbelly, feet and tail tips. There is lighter mottling along the top of his back, neck and cheeks.
His body, which would normally be considered beautiful by most, is marred with some rather unpretty scars. The most prominent scars pepper his rump, hind legs and parts of his tail – trophies earned by staying ahead of other males while flying after a beautiful lady. He also has several more blemishes on his chest, and a particularly grisly flaw across one cheek where his face had literally been torn open.
Personality: Yisketh was the only metallic born in his clutch, and as such, felt strongly that he was both above and responsible for all of his siblings. Unfortunately, with the influence of his upwardly-mobile rider and a constant battle with a nonconforming sibling from right out of the shell, these feelings metamorphosed into a full-blown complex. Yisketh wants to be nice, he really does, but he has a responsibility to make sure that the rules are being followed. Any personal sentiments he has for an individual must be set aside so that order can be restored. He will enforce the traditions of High Reaches with very little mercy once you’ve had your first and second chances to do things nicely. In light of this, he harbors varying degrees of dislike for any siblings and offspring who don’t follow tradition, ranging from distaste to outright shunning.
His major rival is his clutchmate blue Krahsujunth. They just seemed to hate each other straight out of their shells. Not only did Krahsujunth choose poorly, picking a woman for his rider, he also holds deep affection for gold Fianth. In response to that foolish sentiment, Yisketh claimed Fianth as his own and managed to make three clutches with her. He’s always happy to rub that fact in the blue’s face. After three flights together, he believes that Fianth rightfully belongs to him, and was outraged when other bronzes outflew him on her fourth and fifth flights.
He won’t admit to such a weakness, but he did develop some strong feelings for her during their time together. He found Fianth to be a genuinely attractive dragon, admiring her sweet and nurturing ways. Who wouldn’t appreciate an affectionate partner when everyone else important to you wants more than you have to give?
Yisketh will never speak poorly of his rider, but there are days when he just wants to crawl into a hole and hide from K’ienn. Just a little break from all the posturing and self-asserting. Just for a little while, he’d like to go back to being a hatchling, when all these rules didn’t matter so much. Sure, he believes in them… but when did it become his responsibility to police everyone else? He would be hard-pressed to recall a time when he could not count all of his friends on one paw. And yet, his loyalty to K’ienn and duty to those beneath who need his example, his help, his protection – Yisketh can’t seem to find a good reason to forsake them. So he perseveres for the greater good.
Flying is one of his great escapes. In the air, Yisketh’s size make him fast and agile for a bronze, and he can put many of the larger ones to shame. If allowed to fly at will, he instinctively seems to know when to save his strength and when to go all out. He loves the chase, to let loose all of the anxiety and pressures of daily life, clear his mind, and just go. Fighting during a fall is a similar experience, even though he must focus more on the task at hand. When Thread is falling around him, there’s no room to think of anything else. Even after fighting through an entire wave, Yisketh comes through feeling somehow refreshed.
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3573.06 [SRP] Leave it all Behind -- Yisketh decides it's time to take a leave of absence from High Reaches. [PRP] (Yisketh/Zayinth) -- Yisketh meets green Zayinth in the wilds... friends, maybe? Please? [SRP] RP Title – Short description
K'ienn's Relationships: Dalienne (NPC) - Mother. An unaffiliated goldrider. K'voran (NPC) - Father. A disgraced ex-Wingleader, "rider" of the permanently-grounded bronze Axantath. Falern (NPC) - The mother of his son Falienn. A youthful romantic dream that got buried by reality. Falienn (ShinosBee) - K'ienn's son. He is aware of the boy but hasn't met him yet. L'fer (Druidtigeress) - One of many greenriders K'ienn bullied until they left High Reaches. Unknown to K'ienn, L'fer is now a Wingleader at Western Weyr. Olliah (Masterharper) - The Weyrwoman Second. K'ienn had a long-term relationship with her that ended badly. He would go back to her if he could, but is doubtful the chance will ever come. V'rind (ShinosBee) - Rider of blue Krahsujunth. Began as a rival by proximity due to their dragons' rivalry, and now they just plain hate each other. Z'tir (FatedFable) - A cousin, also a Wingleader. Cut from a similar mold, they understand each other well.
Yisketh's Relationships: Gold Fianth (Masterharper) - Former mate, still in love with her. Blue Krahsujunth (ShinosBee) - Bitter, lifelong rival who is now Fianth's mate. Green Zayinth (Masterharper) - ???
Yisketh's player offspring: Gold Sharath (Waiver) Bronze Azmodioth (DruidTigeress) Brown Ihiannsith (Shaddaling) Blue Nachith (Meepfur) Blue Cinonth (Masterharper)
Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:18 am
Name: Dusiph Age: 58 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Craft: Master Courtesan Diplomat Rank: Minor Lord Holder (of nothing, technically) Location: Healer Hall, as a long-term patient Physical Description: A man of respectable height, Dusiph gives the impression of one much smaller. Unless actively controlling his posture, he stoops as if carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders, though the burden he bears is not physical. His arms and legs are long and slender, the latter trait perhaps a bit more so than is attractive due to poor health. He drapes his thin body in fine tunics and robes befitting a lord holder, mostly in a particular shade of dark red.
Dusiph's face, lined with sadness, bears traces of his noble ancestry through delicate features that were once lovely. He isn't an ugly man, but stress, more than age, has denatured his visage into something rather plain. His deep brown eyes, however, still retain their feline beauty, and if he happens to smile a certain way, he transforms into that magnificent young man that he used to be, just for an instant.
Personality:
Dusiph has always been a shrewd sort of person, appropriate both for a diplomat and for his station as a minor lord holder. He enjoys the puzzle of creating profitable alliances and playing the market with wit and delicacy, building assets slowly but surely. His entire life has been centered around expanding upon the holdings his father left to him, hoping to grow it enough that his own sons could inherit a generous share and splinter off into their own well-to-do holds.
When he lost it all to Thread, Dusiph became rather fatalistic in his thinking, even if he doesn't always say so out loud. He doubts that the dragonriders will be able to protect everyone well enough and is pretty much convinced that Thread is going to destroy everything eventually. He is both angry at and terrified for the only son he has left. Dusiph is certain that Karone, whom he perceives to have abandoned him to join a weyr full of kamikaze dragonriders, will die in battle if he should Impress a dragon. He's rather obsessive about Karone's status, and is constantly looking for ways to get updates.
Dusiph generally has a victim's mindset, getting easily upset over perceived offenses. The direct approach does not work with him, he must be coaxed to cooperate by means of flattery and tact if anything is needed from him.
He's taken to collecting an absurd number of small, colorful objects such as buttons or polished stones as a coping mechanism, filling storage chests with his treasures in a vain attempt to make up for losing his home, holdings and sons. Anyone who gets too close to these items is subject to instantaneous violence. As a result, the drudges at Healer Hall no longer clean his room. Dusiph has learned to take care of his own housekeeping, but it's still a bit dusty and cluttered in there.
Positive Trait List Intelligent, shrewd, dedicated Negative Trait List Grim, childish, possessive
History:
Dusiph has been Lord over a minor hold along the Telgar River for most of his adult life. He inherited the hold from his father, and he from his, down through a fairly long family line. The location was excellent, everything built along the river for easy transport of goods and materials to and from the neighboring smithies. It was probably his mother that Dusiph inherited his business sense from, for he was the first in his line to significantly increase his holdings.
He sired five sons, and his wife, Kareszia, passed mere days after the fifth was born. He loved his wife and saw no reason to diminish her memory by remarrying, so he depended heavily on other women in the hold to assist in raising the boys. All of his sons were apprenticed in swordsmanship and other classical pursuits. They were his pride and joy, and he spent the majority of his time building up a financial legacy to leave behind for them, enough to set them all up as wealthy holders with their own land and trade opportunities.
The small empire he'd built up over his lifetime was obliterated in a few short hours by the supposedly extinct Thread when it fell in 3572.04.22 AL. Like most of the settlements in the Telgar area, his was nothing more than gutted stone shells of buildings and scattered remains of man and beast once the deadly rain had passed. His sons, save one, were among the dead.
Faced with such a traumatic loss, something snapped within Dusiph's mind. He fell to a desperate compulsion to rebuild. While the hold's survivors were slowly starving and dying of exposure, illness and injuries, the broken man could only apply himself to trying to build instant alliances by virtue of marrying off his remaining son, Karone, and his ward Lenix, who was revealed to be a secret blood nephew. He still had control of the hold's watchrider, whom he sent from settlement to settlement, looking for holders who still had property and single daughters with dowries attached.
It was his son Karone who got the evacuation underway behind Dusiph's back, commanding the watchrider to go to High Reaches Weyr for help. In what Dusiph perceived as an act of betrayal, the boy then abandoned his father to go to the weyr as a potential dragonrider, taking Lenix with him. This effectively left Dusiph with absolutely nothing to show for his life's efforts. Karone had also arranged for his father to go to Healer Hall for care, but again, that was perceived as an offense -- conveniently removing Dusiph from the picture so that the boy could do whatever he pleased.
He is currently undergoing intense mindhealing treatments to help him cope with the extreme losses he suffered with the returning Thread. He's also taken to dabbling in general Healer arts as a healthy diversion from his torment, but is not an official apprentice.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:19 am
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3573.06 [SRP] Surprise! Family History -- Dusiph has a fight with his sister about her son and his nephew Lenix, just after the Tarot hatch at High Reaches. Some rather shocking family history involving a goldrider is revealed. [SRP] RP Title – Short description
Relationships: Karone -- Only remaining son out of five. Currently estranged. Dusiph fears losing his son more than anything else. Le’x (formerly Lenix) -- Former ward, recently revealed to be a blood nephew. Son of Dusiph's sister.
