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Green Rider Entry-M'zay, Comments welcome! |
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Rider's Name: M'zay, formally Morazay
Rider's Age: 21 turns
Rider's Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: homosexual/asexual
Rider's Craft and Rank: former weyrbrat/Cavern Worker/Weyrling
History: To call M'zay the underdog would be an understatement, no puns intended. His mother, Marrine, was a green rider who got pregnant during a mating flight. Shortly before his birth, his mother lost her green during a rather reckless training exercise. Thus after Morazay was born, he was more taken than fostered off, not only for his sake but for the sake of his mother as well. As it turns out, her son might have been the only person to keep her sane and losing him caused her to spiral further into a mental defect. Marrine eventually became childlike in nature and was sent to the same area that older aunties and uncles are tended.
Morazay never did learn his father's identity and became a child of the weyr. His foster mother, Danneka, raised him along with a slew of others in a kind, if not strict home. Sickly from birth, Morazay never seemed to tolerant human milk very well and it took him a while to grow into who he is today. Once he became more aware of himself, the child always seemed to be trying to prove himself. He was never strong enough, fast enough, tall enough... Morazay could go on and on in his list. Though he never caused any real trouble, the only thing he was decent at was smart replies. This would earn him many a cuff or a punch. As he grew older, Morazay learned how to take a punch and dish one back out. At the age of twelve, Morazay was allowed to stand as is the right for any weyrbrat. During this time, he also begin to hang around the weyr's tanner and took an interest in working leather and hides. Happy to at last have a talent, Morazay spent much time in the shadow of Laemas and started to gain a strong work ethic. Turn after turn, Morazay stood. He watched as others from his peer group and those who came after him Impressed.
A sort of resentment started to build up as his former "friends" gained status in the Weyr. This caused a sort of bitterness and a determined mental attitude of "I will not stop. I will succeed."
Then, a few sevendays ago, an amazing event occurred. Being of the weyr, Morazay was well aware of the ridiculous clutch that Shaith had laid and still chose to stand on the sands. Having just turned 21 turns, he took his place one final time on the sands, angry that it seemed everyone and everything he thought he stood for had rejected him. Fists balled up and a stony look on his face, Morazay willed himself to be strong, to be what was needed for those few who had been given life... When Kannorath hatched out, she was not as loud as Roseth or as violent as Nellath but she was just as determined to find hers in the crowd of fools before her. She needed someone to appreciate her as much as she would appreciate them. Refusing to be lost in the crowd anymore, Morazay stepped forward from the crowd and stared down Kannorath. As she came forward to move him out of her way, she stopped and Impression occurred.
Personality:M'zay has an inner anger and strength that is what attracted Kannorath to him in the first place. He is caustic and rough around the edges, completing his tasks quickly and in a precises manner. If he feels that his is being picked on or singled out, M'zay will snap out. However, the Weyrling Master can honestly say that M'zay and Kannorath are diligent in their lessons and do their best to be at the top.
M'zay is not the type to back down, at all. All his life he has had to work to prove himself better than those around him. But there is a reason for this hard exterior. His mother. There is a strange void that leaves M'zay confused about some of his feelings. On one hand, he feels like he would have been better off if she committed suicide then he would not have been pitied or whispered about by those around him. But he considers his mother, for all her depleted state, as a physical beauty but distant. He hoped that by Impressing, maybe it would bring her out of her state of lethargy. But it didn't and M'zay has finally accepted that his mother is truly lost.
To the other two riders who Impressed Kannorath's sisters, M'zay is polite and willing to help them out when necessary. To senior riders, he will give respect when respect is due. Just because he is a green rider doesn't mean that he should have to scrape and bow to any one other than the Weyr's current leaders. Personally, he doesn't care for anyone who is in charge but then again, it's not his place to say how a weyr should be run. He will go with the flow until the flow rubs him the wrong way. Any sense of humor he might have had was lost at a young age along with his innocence. It is a feline eat feline world that is not going to stop and cuddle you just because you fell down and scraped your knee. And if you can't handle your own weight, than you are a waste.
There is hope! When M'zay feels for another person, he feels deeply. And when he commits to a person or ideal, he is committed all the way. These include his mother and his foster mother plus a very small handful of those whom he grew up with...mainly women. See a pattern here? He has a very...nurturing side which may also be a part of what drew Kannorath to him. Deep down, they both are looking for a way to overcome the rejection by their mothers.
Description: M'zay is lean, never truly overcoming the gaunt look caused by his intolerance to human milk. At 5'8", 120 lbs, any muscle he has is what gives him a runner's build as opposed to looking like a skeleton. As such, his face has almost a pinched look to his face with sharp angular cheekbones and a high forehead. His nose is long with a slight bump from it being broken in a fight years ago. His eyes are a dark brown, almost black in color. They are narrow and often staring down someone or staring at his lovely Kannorath. M'zay's hair is a dull black that will surely gray as he gets older. It is longer in the front than the back which is cut very close to his head. He likes to use his bangs to cover his eyes which might betray how he is really feeling. As far as clothing goes, since he does not a lot of marks or family to help him obtain clothing, he gets it from the weyr storerooms. When he can, he tries for dark red or reddish brown collared, long sleeved shirts. This will be out and go over a pair of loose fitting black pants and completing the outfit is a pair of dark brown riding boots. He also has a pair of brown moccasin like shoes as well.
Dragon: Kannorath
Why were they chosen? In M'zay, Kannorath found someone who could appreciate her and relate to the inner anger she holds. With proper direction and support, he will be able to turn this anger into a driven passion to be the best and succeed. Having dealt with rejection all his life, M'zay will be able to help Kannorath overcome her hatred of her dam and the fact that the gold basically abandoned her clutch. In return, Kannorath will help M'zay become more sure of himself. While he doesn't let himself be bullied, she will see to it that if M'zay speaks, others will listen. And together, maybe they will be able to mend the wounds rested upon their hearts at such a young age.
Write about how they Impressed their dragon:
The stands were filled mainly with weyrfolk and the few holder relations for some of those hoping to impress. Even the group on the hatching ground was smaller than normal. After all, how many candidates did you need for four eggs? The gold who had clutched them glared angrily at those she knew to be judging her. The mood was tense, for there was no doubt in anyone's mind that the smallish eggs that lay nestled together were greens. The hum from the dragons circling the eggs was getting louder and Morazay could feel it down to his bones. This was it, his last chance to Impress though the chances were very slim indeed. Taking a deep breath, he looked around and realized that this time, he was on the older end of the spectrum. Dark brown eyes tried to locate the only person who was sensible enough to watch for him, to hope for him. Ah! There she was, Danneka. He had long given up on Marrine.
Suddenly, there was a cracking sound and he focused on the motley crew before him. The egg on the left was finally making its move. A split horizontally, shards flying and a sparkling green tripped forward, covered in birthing mucus. Moist, sands sticking to wet wing membranes, the green began the toddle towards the group huddled around as if they were waiting for an assignment instead of the possibility of meeting their life mate. Morazay mentally scoffed at every one of them. How could they even act like that with such a poor helpless dragonet crying for help? Another egg split open, this girl was large and seemed over sized. While her sister's eyes whirled with an ugly shade of yellow, the bulky green that had just hatched had a bright and furious red coloring to her eyes. She screamed a loud, high piercing cry and Morazay covered his ears and dropped down to his knees. What was this one trying to do?? Looking up, he saw Kunnalern fall to the ground, middle slashed open from sharp baby dragon talons. Apparently, this one had high standards for hers. The splotched green's eyes had changed from a tinged yellow to a dull gray as she was now walking around the edge of the sands, keening mournfully. The sound was like a knife to Morazay's heart.
He almost missed the third egg hatching. A bright, forester green dragonet hatched followed by the last egg which held a bright but pale green dragonet. The good news is he made a full mark of off his bets in the lower caverns. The bad news was now several candidates were bleeding or no longer moving as they lay in piles on the sands. A boy he was rooming with, Jhusteen had a head wound but was moving slowly. Morazay slowly got up, regrouping his thoughts and enjoying the fact that his hearing was returning. That was until the first to hatch gave one last pitiful cry and went between. The crowd gasped collectively as several out there were crying or muttering angrily. Shiath's rider should have known to have included all who were eligible for Impression.
"Roseth!" Someone gasped happily to his left. One down, two to go.
The larger of the two greens was still on a rampage but seemed to be slowing, heading to a group of three mixed with hold and weyr bred candidates. The brighter green however had made her way back towards his vicinity. This was it. He was tired of blending in, tired of being overlooked. Morazay would make his final stand. And if she didn't accept him, oh well. He had gone out on nothing less than his terms, no one would be able to say another word against him. Planting his feet firmly in the path of the rampaging green, he closed his eyes and waited for the feel of flesh that burned when ripped open. Instead, he felt crowded and complete. A sense of companionship and love he had never experienced growing up, not even from Danneka who prided herself in paying attention and loving each and every one of her fosterlings.
M'zay! Hold your held high, for you are mine! Together we will prove them all wrong. The green, darling now instead of a terror, butted him rather roughly in his personal parts. Going down with an "Oomph". Morazay managed to wrap his arms around the only creature who would truly ever love him.
"Kannorath."
Yes. That is my name. Now I am hungry. Feed me so I can grow strong and fly higher than any others.
And M'zay, as he led her away from the spectacle that had been her Hatching, could only agree with her statement. Together, they would fly higher and stronger than anyone else. He promised them both, deep down where it mattered.
 Naree · Sun Oct 04, 2009 @ 07:40am · 1 Comments |
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