Post by Symphony on Feb 18, 2008 2:02:25 GMT -5
General Information
Name: K'lir
~ Formerly: Keliris
Age: 26
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Rank: Wingrider.
Appearance
Hair: Dark brown.
Eyes: Amber.
Height: 5'4"
Over-All: K'lir is quite a bit under average height for a man his age, with a smooth, lithe figure, not defined as muscular but anything but fragile as well. He is built for speed rather than strength and it shows, for he looks as though he would be easily bullied with such a small physique. Small wrists and ankles promise that regardless of his habits, K'lir will never be a big man. His face is oval-shaped and he has sharp, birdlike features, his defined eyes as his most prominent feature for they are slightly larger than a normal person's. His cheeks are smoother, bringing attention to a full pout of naturally dark lips. While there is no denying that K'lir looks feminine, much of that stems from the fact that he looks younger than he actually is by a couple turns, brought on by his height, and when he wears his hair long, it would not at all be unusual for someone to mistake him for a woman; it has indeed happened before. This feminine look is strengthened by his complete inability to grow facial hair as well as the dark, curling lashes of his eyes which are undeniably more pretty than handsome.
As far as colouring goes, K'lir possesses a chin-length thick head of loose waves that are a deep, dark brown, nearly espresso in color. The strands often fall around his face and are sheared at different angles so that the longest are at his chin and the shortest fall around his cheeks, framing his face neatly. His eyes are best described as true amber, a mingling of yellows and oranges, with almost reddish tones near to the pupil. They are by far the most distinguishing feature K'lir possesses, especially with the dark lashes that frame them and the slightly large (but not unattractively so) nature of his eyes. To complete his appearance, K'lir has a slight tan, not half as defined as it could be if he would but spend more time outdoors, though he is by no means pale.
A network of scars form on K'lir's body, from Turns of fighting Thread. Many thin, twisting wounds can be viewed on his right arm, which seems to be the one that gets hurt the worst. His scars are probably his most defining feature as they're blatantly noticeable in short sleeves, unlike his dragon, who possesses no scars, surprisingly enough. Tsakyyth jumps between too well to be hurt.
Personality
Outwardly, K'lir presents himself as a distant, almost bored figure, keeping to himself most of the time. He is prone to being very manipulative, often behaving a certain way in order to get reactions based on his goals; often times this is to the ends of him being able to be rid of people who annoy him. As he's a natural-born solo artist who enjoys acquiring power over others (whether it be fairly or through sneaky means), K'lir has few friends and making new ones does not come easy to him. His erratic mood swings are hard for other people to comprehend and he has, on more than one occasion, chased off would-be associates with shows of temper and agitation. Much of this stems from the fact that he is distinctly "superior" (read: He has an inferiority complex which manifests outwardly as arrogance), feeling himself above most of the few "poor fools" who try to befriend him; if they can't deal with his mood swings, why should he bother putting up with them at all? The logic, to him, is flawless, but the truth is that it is more a defense mechanism to prevent him from growing to care about people who might abandon him, as K'lir fears abandonment and betrayal more than almost all else.
Primarily self-reliant, K'lir is fully capable and willing to function alone, if it prevents him from having to put trust in another living being. He is extremely clever, showing in his skillful manipulation of others, a game of master-and-puppet, and his outward appearance presents virtually no emotions whatsoever. But don't be fooled; beneath the distant exterior is a passionate and animated figure who, once he befriends someone, cares deeply for them. It takes a great deal of work and effort to become K'lir's friend as he functions very well on his own, but there is no denying that he makes a very good one once someone has his trust. He is dependable, the kind of person to be trusted with information and tasks, knowing he will not abandon them. He is also extremely open-minded to new ideas when they are presented to him right; but he is influenced easily on things he does not understand and at times makes snap judgments. Inside he is at war with himself, one side of him harsh and critical, aiming to avoid attachments in all ways. The other side of him wants more than anything to be friends with others, and the two sides conflict badly, presenting themselves as K'lir's horrible moodswings and tendency to seem mean.
K'lir is privately a person of extremes, restless and fond of changes, though most of this, like his better qualities (the fact that he feels every emotion to an intensity outmatching most people's, to the listening skills he's honed over the years, and his responsible nature), remains private. He presents himself as negative and self-serving when he's really not that bad, though he is very, very proud. You are either with him or against him and there is no comfortable in between for K'lir - and being against him makes you his enemy for life. But be on his side and he'll fight for your cause no matter what because in the end - that's exactly what K'lir does best: fight to achieve some goal he has in mind.
History
K'lir was born Keliris, to Salira of Green Raeneth and K'vis of Brown Loumerath, two riders from Sanctum Weyr, the former of which was born at Sanctum Hold and searched by the man who would be her Weyrmate. The couple was happy, and their first born son was a perfect union of their appearances, if feminine; Salira's amber eyes, K'vis's dark brown hair, and Salira's small and whippy structure. The couple had a considerably hard time giving their first born child up for fostering, as he and Salira were close from the moment of his birth, and even after he was given up to one of the kitchen staff women, his mother remained an important figure in his life. Salira was not to be separated from her oldest child. Two turns after his birth, though, Salira became pregnant with what would be her last child, and the second born boy was called Kaliran -- and he too was given up to fostering.
Keliris was an extremely quiet child from the moment of his birth and that did not change in his early years. He learned to speak far later in life than most children and when he finally did start talking, it was in full sentences as opposed to individual words, as though he'd learned to do so long before but simply had nothing to say. His foster mother found herself up at all hours of the night tending to the small boy, for though Keliris was healthy, he was quite determined to be nocturnal. Daytime hours had the peculiar talent of putting the small boy to sleep, while at night he was at his most active. But everything he did, he did quietly, and he was very antsy from the beginning about who he allowed to touch him. His biological mother and foster mother were among the few who were granted the privelege of holding Keliris; otherwise, he would fuss and flail, though he rarely cried. Crying was reserved for when fussing, flailing and deliberately spitting up on people didn't work. He developed a talent for pushing people away from him very early on, simply because he did not like being fussed over.
As the Turns went by and he became old enough to walk, Keliris spent more and more of his time wandering around the kitchens under foot and in the way. He was not alone, as he had a constant shadow in the form of his younger brother Kaliran, who seemed to look up to him. But unlike Kaliran, Keliris was an extremely hardworking child who most often got into trouble for being under foot rather than doing his chores. No, his chores were always done first, before anything else was even remotely considered, and Keliris was constantly in motion. The feeling of being useless drove him to doing other people's chores when he was bored, and while this would normally earn a child a good reputation, Lir developed a somewhat condescending attitude toward his fellow Weyrbrats. How dare they slack off when he worked so very hard? They were inferior - they did not deserve to stay at the Weyr for being lazy. Needless to say, his snide remarks often made the surface and garnered him a reputation as unfriendly, and for the most part unlikeable. He did not mind, though, for he liked to chase most people away. They were not worth his attention anyway.
It was when he was six Turns old that his mindset on humans as a whole began to change. Together with Kaliran, Keliris attended a Firelizard hatching -- and, despite there being quite a few eggs, he was passed over by each and every firelizard, even with Kaliran Impressing. He outwardly tried his best to feel happy for Kaliran, for his little brother surely deserved only the best and Chipper seemed like a nice enough, if annoying green. But on the inside, a question had sparked inside of Keliris:
Why wasn't he good enough?
That thought nestled in Keliris's mind as the Turns went by, with him making it a point to terrorize anyone who tried to upset Kaliran, and in the process chasing off any prospective friends he might have had. The older boy was antisocial at best, forming a reputation among the other 'brats as rude and unfriendly. Few dared to come near him and try to talk to him, and with each passing Turn, Keliris became more and more closed off. He would never be good enough for them and he didn't know how to try. Even when he did attempt to be friendly, it seemed to be interpreted wrong, as though he was being insulting. He couldn't control his tones and he portrayed himself badly even when he didn't mean to. He had so few friends, and on the inside, he was miserable. Kaliran made friends easy. Keliris did not, no matter how hard he tried. Even the firelizards didn't want him. He wasn't worth being friends with.
That thought was only emphasized when Keliris was fifteen. Somehow, he managed to contract a case of firehead, and to avoid an outbreak he was isolated in a small room in the Weyr, with only Healers for company. Few talked to him, and Kaliran was rarely allowed to even speak to him from afar. Miserable and alone, Keliris sunk into a depression whenever he was awake, and into nightmares whenever he closed his eyes. Most of those days were spent with him in and out of consciousness, feverish and ill, and he lost weight quickly. What little tan he'd formed in the Turns before had faded into a terrible paleness that made him look as though he was on death's door, and he truly was. Only much dedication from the Healers and extremely good luck kept Keliris from fading into oblivion. Six months, he was sick, his sixteenth birthday celebrated in a cot in the Infirmary. When at last he was released, whatever optimism for people Keliris retained was gone. He'd embraced the idea that something inside of him was wrong and therefore no one and nothing would ever like him.
Turns passed, until Keliris was seventeen. Bitter and quiet, the dark haired boy rarely had anything to say to anyone. It came as a great shock to everyone when he managed to Impress one of the most beautiful greens from one of Freseath's clutches, and Tsakyyth was more than a match for Keliris - then K'lir - in wit and razorsharp remarks. The two made for a surprisingly good team, and throughout the Turns managed to earn themselves a reputation as some of the best Threadfighters in the sky. However, K'lir's cold demeanor prevents him from forming any close attachments to anyone else - perhaps fortunately, as he is not easy to get along with.
Dragon
Name: Tsakyyth (TSA kai ee th)
Age: 9 turns
Color: Green
Mind-voice: Soothing, like a mountain stream, Tsakyyth’s voice is soft and gentle. Just listening to her voice can make the hottest temper cool, and it’s almost hypnotic in its qualities. Whenever she makes a promise, she always sounds completely convincing, even if she’s lying, and is very hard to disbelieve.
Appearance: A beautiful leaf-green color, this green is almost a solid color. Tsakyyth bears a mark on her forehead that looks rather like an oakleaf, in a faintly paler color than the rest of her body, just like a new leaf unfurling from a tree. Very elegantly built, Tsakyyth is narrow-boned and lightweight. From her narrow, sculpted face to arching wings and whipping tail, Tsakyyth is a creature of great beauty.
From the moment she hatched, Tsakyyth was completely in control of her movements, bounding around. Unlike most dragons, she is perfectly happy to “walk,” though you’ll never see her doing the awkward bunny-walk of dragons, as she will usually hop or bound around. In the air, she had a lot more trouble learning to fly than most, and needed to spend a lot of time practicing before she had have the ability of other dragons—and she will never have the natural ability that many dragons have. However, she is amazing at betweening, and it is not be uncommon to see her “flickering” through the air as she makes infintesimal hops between. Oddly enough, these small jumps don’t actually tire her out, and her endurance for between is be far greater than other dragons.
Personality: Adoring only to Hers, Tsakyyth can be rather standoffish when relating to other dragons. Independent, inventive, and with a wicked streak a fathom deep and a dragonlength wide, Tsakyyth was never be content with being just a Wingrider; it should come as little surprise, then, that she managed to attain quite a respectable reputation in flight despite her being a green. This dragon will never take “no” for an answer, and will make her own decisions at times, though she will humor people on occasion—usually Hers. But for important decisions, Tsakyyth only factors in her own emotions, and will face the consequences of her actions as they come. She can seem self-centered at times, but this is mostly because she only cares for a very few people, who she will protect with her very life if necessary.
* Tsakyyth was originally designed by Neeuqtar of Stormheart Weyr and this description has been altered slightly to reflect her age here, though most of it remains the same. Kudos to Neeuq for making such an awesome dragon and letting me play her here, too. <333