Post by Mik on Nov 21, 2010 19:56:30 GMT -5
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Persona information
Name: "Swift" Keedenkair
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Raider/Wingrider
Birthplace: Igen Wilds
Family: Mother: Kairly-51
Father: Keeden-54
Brothers: Keekair-31, Denkair-29, Lyden-27
Sister: Kairkee-26
Signifigant others: mainy lovers but no stayers, Seleti if she'll have him...
Personality: Swift is exactly that. He's quick to anger and quick to cool. He's dangerous, being one of the quicker and more agile of his clan and one not to cross when fighting. He fights dirty. Anything from weaponry clean down to teeth and he knows the soft places. The places that will knock a person down in the blink of an eye with pain. Being the youngest of 5 by a margin, he's extremely rebellious. If he wants something, he's going to get it. There's no such thing as "can't". There is a softer side to Swift and it involves the opposite sex. He's quite the flirt and has bedded a fair few ladies since he's come of age. It's destiny, he says. He has a pestering sort of talk, one full of cussing and intentional insults and he loves to pry into another's business. Though his original intentions were to kill dragons, once he got to the Weyr, he realized that he would rather be a rider and so his wish was granted in the days after the destruction to one of the 8 surviving dragons of Josiath's clutch, a bronze no less. Since then, he has a new drive to help protect the remaining riders and those that support them...
Physical description: Small when compared to the rest of his family, but all sinew and muscle. He's lanky, but a bit on the average size in height. Close-fitting clothing of various darker shades of greens and blues and black help him to fight and to sneak and to hide, all of which he's very good at. Only a few scars mar his bronzed skin. One cuts down his back from his right shoulder to low on his waist at his left. Another zig-zags down his right forearm. And another, obviously newer than the others, cuts across his stomach. Eyes of wildly bright green stand out at a glance and he loves their effect on folk. Hair of dirty-blonde hangs in a plait that reaches to the middle of his back and looks like it rarely sees a comb. A single tattoo covers his left arm from shoulder to wrist, trailing dragons of each color, all ending in the crest on the underside of his wrist of an empty WeyrBowl.
History: Born in the winter season to ruthless Raiders in the Wilds of Igen, all Swift has ever known was kill or be killed. Since he was young, he's lived in the shadows of his siblings. He learned early how to survive on his own, having wandered off and fallen down a cliff side at 8 turns old. No one came looking for him and he found his way back to the clan a few days later with a badly broken right arm. Without mercy, the healers of the clan set his bones back in alignment and crudly stitched him up, leaving a jagged scar in its place once it healed.
At 10, he was already fighting to survive not only his clan with their limited resources and every person for him or herself, but also his siblings who had great hatred for another mouth to feed. He learned then how to be quick, gaining his nickname by 11 turns. If you wanted to survive and get food in your stomach, you had to be quick enough to snatch the food and stay out of punishment's grasp.
At 12 turns, he pestered the elders for his test to prove himself. The test? Killing a wild feline and smearing its blood about himself, then raiding a Holder's home by himself, or even a rider's weyr. He did both in two nights and once he'd shown his proof of their belongings, he received the clan's crest: an empty Weyr bowl, for the clan hated dragonkind and their defense of the Holds and Caravans that they raided. They wanted more than anything to see empty Weyrs all over Pern.
At 15, he traded several marks, a few of his more noteworthy possessions, and his virginity to an older lady Raider, that got no luck with the men, for the colorful tattoo that trails down his arm, designed in the ways of the clan with the dragons seeming to disappear into the blackness of the Weyr bowl in his crest.
At 16, an ill-planned raid against another clan left Swift with a deep wound in his back from an escape that didn't quite work well and he had been left for dead. He'd taken a fever by the time he found his clan again a sevenday later and, with the help of his mother and another woman of the clan, he was given the care he needed to live on.
Returning to the raids with more ambition than ever, Swift found his trademark: infiltrating. Despite his rogue looks, he could easily work his way into a Caravan or Hold and scope it out for his clan. For some reason, his wild eyes earned him a fair bit of attention among folk as common as Hold and Caravan folk. He would return to his clan with news of where all the riches were, the riders' posts (when one chanced to show), and whatever else they might be going for at that time. Yes, he was quite good at whatever he attempted.
Then at 19, he was part of a group to try to take out two more of the remaining riders, a blue and a brown, when the fight went wrong. He received a deep wound across his stomach from the brownrider and has since returned to his duties even if he's a little bit slower yet from the damaged stomach muscles.
It wasn't long after that that he bumped into Seleti and helped her get to the Weyr, his motives hidden from her. Once he got there, his ideas changed and he realized that he was of better use there and so, he asked for Candidacy and anything he could do to help out the dragonriders.
He Impressed bronze Seminth after the evacuation of Tristar Weyr and has since found more duties that he can be helpful at, glad that Seleti had Impressed as well. The unusual thing about this pairing is that Seminth did not dig up Swift's real name for an honorific and just calls him Swift. Though Seminth is very demanding of Swift, the pair have done well together, the only time the bronze chasing a female is when a gold flies and the extremely occasional green, but he is very selective of the greens he chooses to chase.
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Dragon information
Name: Seminth
Age: 3 turns
Colour: Bronze
Wing: Ground Shakers
Birthhome: Igen Weyr (Clutched at Tristar Weyr)
Sire/Dam: Gold Josiath and Bronze Galith
Personality: Seminth is a very proud dragon. He answers only to authority and golds, even if authority is on a lower scale than he is. It is still authority. He strives to be the best at everything including chasing golds. Very demanding both of his rider and of others of lower rank than he, he can come across as a bit pushy, but he has learned to curb his demands with the help of his rider, only ever more demanding when something needs done or is not getting done correctly.
Physical description: Seminth isn't a bulky bronze, but rather a leanly muscled dragon with proportions of the right sizes almost to the specifications of the original dragons. A hide of bright bronze, he stands out in the sunlight as he glitters more than the usual bronze, having ever so slightly darker legs, muzzle, wing tips, and tail tip.
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Crafter information
Craft name: Raiding
Rank in craft: Second Recon
Speciality (if one): Infiltration
Turns in craft: 12 turns
Where studied: The Wilds of Igen
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Persona information
Name: "Swift" Keedenkair
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Raider/Wingrider
Birthplace: Igen Wilds
Family: Mother: Kairly-51
Father: Keeden-54
Brothers: Keekair-31, Denkair-29, Lyden-27
Sister: Kairkee-26
Signifigant others: mainy lovers but no stayers, Seleti if she'll have him...
Personality: Swift is exactly that. He's quick to anger and quick to cool. He's dangerous, being one of the quicker and more agile of his clan and one not to cross when fighting. He fights dirty. Anything from weaponry clean down to teeth and he knows the soft places. The places that will knock a person down in the blink of an eye with pain. Being the youngest of 5 by a margin, he's extremely rebellious. If he wants something, he's going to get it. There's no such thing as "can't". There is a softer side to Swift and it involves the opposite sex. He's quite the flirt and has bedded a fair few ladies since he's come of age. It's destiny, he says. He has a pestering sort of talk, one full of cussing and intentional insults and he loves to pry into another's business. Though his original intentions were to kill dragons, once he got to the Weyr, he realized that he would rather be a rider and so his wish was granted in the days after the destruction to one of the 8 surviving dragons of Josiath's clutch, a bronze no less. Since then, he has a new drive to help protect the remaining riders and those that support them...
Physical description: Small when compared to the rest of his family, but all sinew and muscle. He's lanky, but a bit on the average size in height. Close-fitting clothing of various darker shades of greens and blues and black help him to fight and to sneak and to hide, all of which he's very good at. Only a few scars mar his bronzed skin. One cuts down his back from his right shoulder to low on his waist at his left. Another zig-zags down his right forearm. And another, obviously newer than the others, cuts across his stomach. Eyes of wildly bright green stand out at a glance and he loves their effect on folk. Hair of dirty-blonde hangs in a plait that reaches to the middle of his back and looks like it rarely sees a comb. A single tattoo covers his left arm from shoulder to wrist, trailing dragons of each color, all ending in the crest on the underside of his wrist of an empty WeyrBowl.
History: Born in the winter season to ruthless Raiders in the Wilds of Igen, all Swift has ever known was kill or be killed. Since he was young, he's lived in the shadows of his siblings. He learned early how to survive on his own, having wandered off and fallen down a cliff side at 8 turns old. No one came looking for him and he found his way back to the clan a few days later with a badly broken right arm. Without mercy, the healers of the clan set his bones back in alignment and crudly stitched him up, leaving a jagged scar in its place once it healed.
At 10, he was already fighting to survive not only his clan with their limited resources and every person for him or herself, but also his siblings who had great hatred for another mouth to feed. He learned then how to be quick, gaining his nickname by 11 turns. If you wanted to survive and get food in your stomach, you had to be quick enough to snatch the food and stay out of punishment's grasp.
At 12 turns, he pestered the elders for his test to prove himself. The test? Killing a wild feline and smearing its blood about himself, then raiding a Holder's home by himself, or even a rider's weyr. He did both in two nights and once he'd shown his proof of their belongings, he received the clan's crest: an empty Weyr bowl, for the clan hated dragonkind and their defense of the Holds and Caravans that they raided. They wanted more than anything to see empty Weyrs all over Pern.
At 15, he traded several marks, a few of his more noteworthy possessions, and his virginity to an older lady Raider, that got no luck with the men, for the colorful tattoo that trails down his arm, designed in the ways of the clan with the dragons seeming to disappear into the blackness of the Weyr bowl in his crest.
At 16, an ill-planned raid against another clan left Swift with a deep wound in his back from an escape that didn't quite work well and he had been left for dead. He'd taken a fever by the time he found his clan again a sevenday later and, with the help of his mother and another woman of the clan, he was given the care he needed to live on.
Returning to the raids with more ambition than ever, Swift found his trademark: infiltrating. Despite his rogue looks, he could easily work his way into a Caravan or Hold and scope it out for his clan. For some reason, his wild eyes earned him a fair bit of attention among folk as common as Hold and Caravan folk. He would return to his clan with news of where all the riches were, the riders' posts (when one chanced to show), and whatever else they might be going for at that time. Yes, he was quite good at whatever he attempted.
Then at 19, he was part of a group to try to take out two more of the remaining riders, a blue and a brown, when the fight went wrong. He received a deep wound across his stomach from the brownrider and has since returned to his duties even if he's a little bit slower yet from the damaged stomach muscles.
It wasn't long after that that he bumped into Seleti and helped her get to the Weyr, his motives hidden from her. Once he got there, his ideas changed and he realized that he was of better use there and so, he asked for Candidacy and anything he could do to help out the dragonriders.
He Impressed bronze Seminth after the evacuation of Tristar Weyr and has since found more duties that he can be helpful at, glad that Seleti had Impressed as well. The unusual thing about this pairing is that Seminth did not dig up Swift's real name for an honorific and just calls him Swift. Though Seminth is very demanding of Swift, the pair have done well together, the only time the bronze chasing a female is when a gold flies and the extremely occasional green, but he is very selective of the greens he chooses to chase.
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Dragon information
Name: Seminth
Age: 3 turns
Colour: Bronze
Wing: Ground Shakers
Birthhome: Igen Weyr (Clutched at Tristar Weyr)
Sire/Dam: Gold Josiath and Bronze Galith
Personality: Seminth is a very proud dragon. He answers only to authority and golds, even if authority is on a lower scale than he is. It is still authority. He strives to be the best at everything including chasing golds. Very demanding both of his rider and of others of lower rank than he, he can come across as a bit pushy, but he has learned to curb his demands with the help of his rider, only ever more demanding when something needs done or is not getting done correctly.
Physical description: Seminth isn't a bulky bronze, but rather a leanly muscled dragon with proportions of the right sizes almost to the specifications of the original dragons. A hide of bright bronze, he stands out in the sunlight as he glitters more than the usual bronze, having ever so slightly darker legs, muzzle, wing tips, and tail tip.
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Crafter information
Craft name: Raiding
Rank in craft: Second Recon
Speciality (if one): Infiltration
Turns in craft: 12 turns
Where studied: The Wilds of Igen
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