Post by Yakura on Feb 11, 2008 21:42:04 GMT -5
General Information
[/font]Name: T'mor
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate/Acrobat (Not enough to be fully considered one.)
Appearance
[/font]Hair: Brown
Eyes: Deep blue
Height: 5'8"
Over-All: Tenmor is of normal height for his age, somehow placed in the middle of everyone. He can be described as handsome, if gravitating towards plain by a bit. He has a slight build, wiry and athletically muscular. He tends to wear larger clothes, though, more out of habit than anything, so that he looks far scrawnier than he actually is. His skin is tanned from days spent in the sun, a light, warm brown.
In odd contrast to his sinewy body, his face is soft and heart-shaped. His bone structure is gently curving and rounded, giving him an almost constant boyish look, though never one that bespeaks of extra body fat. The most prominent part of his face's bone structure would center around his high cheek bones, which add a look of maturity to his otherwise soft face. Even his nose is slightly stub, 'cute' as some may call it, much to his displeasure. His eyes are a deep blue, relative to the shade of the early night sky. These dark eyes are slightly slanted, almost unnoticeable so, and framed by dark lashes. He wears his hair at varying lengths, often depending on his mood at the time. Sometimes his mahogany brown hair is pulled back, other times left to fall around his shoulders. His favorite cut, though, appears to be an uneven map-style that falls raggedly around his ears, longer on the back and sides and shorter in the front, so as to allow for actually seeing things.
His overlarge clothes are often plain and simple, mainly centering around sandy tans and almost black browns. He is often seen in only a single set of unadorned breeches and tunic, made of a tawny-hued wherhide with dark trim. The only color he wears is centered a deep crimson strip of hide that he wears around his throat. Despite being somewhat ashamed of it and considering it quite 'unmanly', he continues to were this simple necklace.
Personality
Tenmor is placid and calm, almost bordering on noncommittal at times. He prefers to take things slowly, allowing for a good deal of time and thought before coming to a decision. Because of his apparent lack of quick decision making, he is often assumed to be stupid and slow. Tenmor is anything but that. He can be quick and witty, making jokes, often at the expense of himself. He enjoys jokes, especially those that are subtle and take intelligence to notice.
His moments of sharp wit and humor aren't all that common, though. He is most often quiet and reserved, silently watching the world and contributing when he is needed. Despite his quiet nature, he enjoy conversations a great deal, even though he fails spectacularly at starting them. His version of a conversation starter would probably range somewhere around weather and herdbeasts, though of course neither are especially good topics to cover.
He does, of course, have quite a bit of affection for the ladies. He can be shy around them at times, though not overly so, his manner bordering on an inability to make smooth sentences. He prefers to take his time, never rushing into a relationship. Many are led to believe that he prefers friendship over love and he does not move to dispute this, watching with sly amusement. What about a woman is there not to love, after all?
Despite his placid nature, when Tenmor is moved to action, he does so quite quickly. He can be very vehement about protecting that which he loves, defending whatever it may be without a second thought. It takes a great deal to move him, though, and he rarely shows his anger. Situations that revolve around mutilation and death often move him to act, though he is rarely forced to do so.
History
Tenmor's life, even from an early stage, was hardly easy. His family was massive, since his parents believed that more workers meant more money, while it in fact led them straight into poverty. They lived in complete squalor, yet close enough to the Weyr to be able to view the dragons upon occasion. Tenmor held reverence for the flying beasts, watching them with wonder as they plucked their prey from the fields. He often wandered close to these fields merely to view them, hiding a distance away so that he could watch their might and power uninterrupted. Times grew harder at home, though, as food became more scarce. In an attempt to rid themselves of their extra child, his parents shunned him off to a passing Caravan, one that was of better quality than most.
Tenmor blended perfectly with the rest of the Caravan, quickly adapting to his new life. He made quite a few friends, though kept himself distanced, unsure of what to do. The other Caravan children quickly attached themselves to him, looking up to the quick-thinking, calm friend. While in the Caravan, Tenmor also learned acrobatics from an older Caravan member. Although this was hardly a skill necessary to his life, Tenmor enjoyed showing it off nonetheless. The same tutor also gave him his necklace, which Tenmor kept on him at all times. It was then that Tenmor discovered he did not only like females but males as well. Stunned by this revelation, Tenmor was at a loss for what to do. After awhile Tenmor finally came to a decision, but it was in naught.
One day, just as he was about to go speak to his mentor of his revelation, a life-changing event took place. Out of nowhere...a dragon? Although he had often admired dragons from afar in his childhood, he had never expected to be confronted by one. It was a Searchrider, in fact, and Tenmor was the only one Searched. As much as he wanted to leave with the dragon, he also wanted to stay and talk to his teacher. After an achingly long moment of indecision, he chose to leave, forever abandoning the life of a Caravan.
He arrived at Sanctum healthy and unscathed, in perfectly fine condition. For awhile he contemplated visiting his family but later dismissed the notion. That life held nothing for him. He stayed at the Weyr, working for his food, which was a good deal more plentiful than before. Maybe his life was finally turning around. He was a Candidate, eagerly awaiting the next Clutch, hoping beyond hope that he would Impress.
Dragon
[/font]Name: Desdenoth
Age: Newly hatched.
Color: Blue
Description: Ever heard the phrase "Dynamite comes in small packages!"? Well, Desdenoth embodies it quite nicely. He is a rather small dragon and awkwardly proportioned at hatching, which will likely result in some teasing. He is all wings, legs and tail, and until he grows into the larger limbs, his neck will look short and stumpy, his body slightly too large. In short, this little dragon will look almost chubby for the first few sevendays after he hatches, but have no fear: this best fits under the description of baby fat and he will completely shed it all before adulthood. As he grows Desdenoth will become a more stream-lined dragon, built for those quick twists that the larger colors envy, though he will always have a slightly awkward proportioning; his wings will always be too big for him, his tail always a touch too long to be considered normal, but let no fool dare say such things to him as he's not above trying to flame someone for the insult.
Deep seas of blues with touches of near-green make up Desdenoth's hide. His tail is dark, nearly navy, with a lighter azure spot right on the wedged tip, as if someone dropped a splatter of paint. The bulk of his body is a blue-green shade leaning more toward blue but faintly resembling the oceans at high noon, complete with an almost gem-like highlight. His neckridges, wing edges and head knobs are a much brighter sapphire blue that stands out against the more dark shades of his hide. Icy blue 'socks' spread up his legs, completing his eccentric but nonetheless well-blended appearance. In a crowd this blue will surely stand out.
Personality: "I am always right." This is the mindset of Desdenoth. He is always right and there is no arguing with him. He is an extraordinarily stubborn creature, who literally will argue with anything he disagrees with, whether it has a point or not - he is likely to argue with his rider on whether or not he should have to be bathed, never mind that his hide is flaking. He is bossy and feels he has to be in charge at all times, and reigning in that demanding streak will be a chore for is rider. Convincing him he has any flaws will be like talking to a brick wall, but with enough persuasion he can be convinced to at least listen to his bonded, if no one else (save for queens and the Weyrleaders). This stubborn streak will likely lead him to aspire to positions of power or status - and woe betide the fool who gets in his way. This blue thinks that he should be in charge of everyone, and while he is definitely not suited to it, it will be very hard to stop him from trying. He is likely to be scorned by many in Weyrling years for being a showoff and for being bossy. Working with partners isn't his strong point, and getting assigned to a wing that works will be difficult. It will take wingleaders of a special breed to make Desdenoth learn to respect them.
However, Desdenoth is not without his strong points. Despite the fact that he is rather conceited, he is also a fiercely loyal dragon. His rider is the person who he has always believed in - and part of his drive to succeed and be the best stems from his inherent desire to make all of Pern see that his rider is most deserving of their attention and admiration, that he and his rider are worth respect. He is an excellent listener as far as problems are concerned as he does not judge his rider at all; this is the person he chose, his lifemate, so how can he have any flaws? He's also extremely hard to get down, as he so believes in himself that he's always content to brush off criticisms. This can also be a flaw as he is likely to not listen when someone is making a genuine suggestion, but... what's life without a little excitement?
