Post by Mik on Jun 25, 2012 18:09:12 GMT -5
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Persona information (Updated: 25 June 2012)
Name: R’nor (Raenor)
Pronunciation: Are-nor (Ray-nor)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi, but slightly more heter
Rank: Wingrider
Birthplace: Esseri Sea Hold (Birthdate. yyyy.mm.dd)
Family: Mother: Jenora
Father: Traegil
Siblings: Chikeri of Beaulith, four younger brothers
Significant others: None
Personality: Precise. R'nor likes order and tends to approach everything in a very orderly fashion. There is no such thing as good-enough in his world and slackers of any kind irritate him. He is not an extroverted person but he is casually friendly with those around him; he doesn’t see the need to party hard but he enjoys relaxing with a few friends. He is thoughtful about the world, tending not to believe anything unquestioningly. Like his sister, he is stubborn but his stubbornness tends to be more practically applied. He is generous by nature, giving freely of time, effort and what material possessions he has but always quietly. Drama is abhorrent to him and the blatant emotionalism that often goes along with it is horrifying. R'nor doesn’t like conflict of any kind and prefers to go around problems rather than face them. He is adept at being evasive when it suits him to the point of being glib. He is patient when someone needs a willing listener and maintains near perfect confidentiality of what he’s told. When riled enough to get angry, he will roar and rage and get quite irrational but once he calms down, he doesn’t hold grudges. In fact, he is usually quite embarrassed at losing his temper.
Physical description: Above average in height, he is relatively stocky in build - strength, not speed, is the impression he gives. His hair is a soft coppery brown and is worn loose and shoulder-length. His features are rough - nose a touch too large, chin is blocky and his cheekbones too sharp. His eyes are hazel with short lashes. His complexion is fair but he tans reasonably so at present, he looks distinctly brown and his hands tend to look stubby. Clothing wise, he is generally clad in worn tunic and trews of an indeterminate, murky color. He is indifferent to what he wears to the point of genuinely not noticing if he wears the same outfit more than two days in a row. He often has an edge of somberness to his expression, if not outright sorrow, yet since the disaster that tore apart Tristar Weyr, he tries to put a smile on even if he doesn‘t feel like it.
History: First born son of Traegil and Jenora, Raenor had a privileged position. It didn’t count for much: Traegil gave him the same amount of leeway his brothers got (virtually none) and piled extra responsibilities on him just to ensure Raenor didn’t get too cocky. When a baby sister came along, Raenor was delighted. Here was someone who thought the world of him and who didn’t try to boss him around. Bliss! His life was filled with lessons, chores and playtime (not too much of the latter was legitimate) and he grew up as one of those happy-go-lucky kids who the universe seemed to shine on. Nothing terrible happened, he played pranks, did well enough at lessons to avoid any censure and got into trouble on occasion. He was expected to be responsible though, and was quickly pushed into helping to manage his younger siblings chores and activities. It was from this that he first showed his tendency to precision: all the chores had to be done and done right since that was safest if they intended to sneak out and scour the beaches for interesting debris or firelizard eggs. Methodical, he was smart enough to look for faster ways of doing something and often coordinated the children’s efforts to complete something much swifter than any of them could accomplish on their own. Raenor learned the seacraft reasonably well although he was never formally assessed in it.
At fourteen, he started working on the boats part-time; unlike the other boys, he continued to have lessons with the holds Harper in the finer points of law, duty, tradition and so on. This was deemed part of his responsibility as the Holder’s oldest son. At sixteen, his world was changed. K’lain and blue Regarth visited Esseri Sea Hold on Search and Raenor was asked to Stand at Fort Weyr. Traegil gave permission reluctantly - it wasn’t in his or Jenora’s plans but a dragonrider in the family would be beneficial. When K’lain also asked, carefully, to Search Chikeri he was refused. It was an uncomfortable leave taking and the short hop back to Fort Weyr was frankly terrifying. Raenor was one of the last candidates Searched for that clutch and within a few days he found himself left on the Sands and at a loss for something to do next. Going home again so soon was...distasteful so he spent the next couple of months learning a range of tasks around the Weyr. There were always some chores to do and he made a number of friends. One of those friends was Indara, a rare female brownrider and Fort’s best dragonhealer. Indara was a seaholder by birth herself and the pair met when Raenor was staring at the lake, missing the scent of salt he’d grown up with. Despite the difference in age (Indara was nearly fifty) they got along famously. Intrigued by Indara’s work, Raenor asked to learn dragonhealing himself - Indara welcomed him as an apprentice. For most of a turn, Raenor studied dragonhealing and became ever more fascinated by dragons. He stood at another clutch and again failed to Impress. Instead, Indara gifted him with a firelizard egg as a consolation prize.
Then the plague began. One by one, Fort’s dragons sickened. Indara worked ceaselessly and desperately to help them - and failed. Nothing she did had any effect with the sole exception of making them a little more comfortable as they died. It tore Indara apart - her friends, wingmates, clutchmates lost. For Raenor, the anguish was only a little less. Like any healer, he hated to see his patients suffer and to be able to do nothing? A more torturous two turns could not have been devised by anyone. When, some nine months after the first dragon died, Indara’s beloved brown succumbed, Indara suicided. The other dragonhealers picked up Raenor’s training, such as they could in such a time and they kept going until, one by one, they couldn’t take it anymore either. Eventually, when only a handful of dragons were left, Raenor was sent home by the remaining Weyr management.
Nineteen now and very changed from when he left, Raenor found his home hold nearly intolerable. They only said it was good he hadn’t impressed a sick dragon and demanded he fit right back into the pattern of strict obedience of his childhood. Raenor refused. He was an independent adult now, not a child, and he refused to be a child again. He also refused to consider settling down again as a holder, courting a suitable girl from another hold and following his fathers orders until Traegil stepped down. In fact, the only thing that kept him from leaving the day he arrived was Chikeri, his sister. She wasn’t happy either and since their correspondence had continued the entire time he was at Fort, she offered the quiet sympathy and understanding he needed. Raenor’s firelizard, green Luane, had survived the plague early on and at just over two, was a healthy little thing whose affection was a great deal of comfort to Raenor.
He sent Luane back to Fort to find out what was happening and one of the few remaining residents, before they left themselves, sent back a message about the clutches of Ista and Igen and told him he would surely be welcome as a Candidate at Ista should he still want to be one. Sure that he would receive a welcome - as far as he knew, there were no other dragonhealers left, even half-trained ones like him, he told his parents he was going to Ista and he wasn’t intending to return, ever. Traegil was reasonable about this; he had recognized very fast that Raenor simply wasn’t going to fit and it was easier for Raenor to leave. Jenora was less sanguine: she was quick to see that Chikeri was intending to go with Raenor and she hadn’t achieved what she had so far by allowing her plans to be upset.
There was arguments.
There was tantrums.
There was reasoned debate.
There was eventual agreement.
Chikeri wanted to go to Ista with Raenor and Raenor wanted Chikeri to come with him. They eventually wore down Traegil and Jenora until they were allowed to leave. Traegil agreed to let them travel on one of the fishing boats as far as Fort Sea Hold - from there, they were to make their own way. Raenor had been to Fort Sea Hold before and he had some friends there. With negotiation, he gained passage on a ship crossing to Ista for himself and Chikeri and they were eventually dropped off at the beach below the Weyr.
Left standing again at the hatching of the Istan clutch, Raenor didn't have to wait long to find his lifemate. When the Igen clutch hatched not a sevenday later he was chosen by green Cleofith, and Chikeri was chosen too. They went through Weyrlinghood together, and have been keeping their heads down since. Four turns later, R'nor led a bit of a rebellion group against the current Weyrleader due to his extreme drilling schedule, but they never kicked off their rebellion due to L'rai's bringing in of a wherguard. A trial followed, a Gather close at hand, and the Hatching of the young Weyrwoman's dragon's second clutch. Tristar Weyr was looking up...
Things didn’t stay well for long as a handful of dragonriders turned up missing and their dragons Betweened, telling of their demise. It was brownriding Weyrleader M’cleod’s thinking that saved their young Weyrwoman during that time and also the arrival of a mysterious gold dragon to add to their ranks. After the culprit had been found and dealt with, things seemed to smooth over for a little while until the great Quake shook apart Tristar Weyr. R’nor and his sister survived the disaster, taking what passengers they could to Igen Weyr: the evacuation location. Things went well for another three turns before the water supply at Igen was poisoned, forcing another evacuation, though this one was more organized. R’nor and his sister helped wherever they could, finally settling into the rough life presented them at their new haven in Izuko Island Weyr.
Just when all seemed well, the long awaited maiden flights of Fraith and Tsunath shook the Weyr apart, the two golds Rising at the same time and Authanth dying as a peacemaker. Since then, R’nor has helped where he could to try to find a sense of order with the three golds vying for their next Flights to see who would become Senior…
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Dragon information
Name: Cleofith
Pronunciation: clee-oh-fifth
Age: 8
Colour: Green
Weyrling group: Phoenix Smoke
Wing: Fire Dancers
Birthhome: Tristar Weyr
Dam/Sire: Gold Haydith/Bronze Morth
Personality: Female by colour, female by nature. A man’s dragon she certainly is, getting along better with male species, riders included than she does with females. Sure she’s a friendly dragon...if you’re male. She doesn’t tend to have the patience with female dragons.. and is tolerant of female riders too.. She tends to be a bit of a flirt around the male dragons.. whether they have mates or not.. no, that doesn’t matter at all. She has lost little of her flirtatious nature since the events of T’jas’ reign and is among the best behaved when she is drilling.
Physical description: Very caring of her appearance, she is a lean, skinny dragon that will eat only enough to keep her rider happy, causing somewhat of a concern for WeyrlingMasters during her Training days and now her lifemate. It is this that causes her to be skinny, and somewhat on the small side, though not as small as some other dragons. She’s more on the average size than smaller, but she won’t believe you there.. and insists she’s small. She is a very dark forest green all over, from head to tail, legs to wings. She doesn’t even have a patch of lighter or darker colour anywhere. Most of her is in well proportion, though her head is somewhat large…perhaps it shows she’s meant to be a wider dragon than she lets herself be.
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Pet information
Name: Luane
Pronunciation: Loo-aine
Age: 10
Type: Firelizard
Colour: Green
Personality: Affectionate. Luane is reasonably bright for a green firelizard but very easily distracted - she can understand go find person X and give them this piece of paper but about half the time, she will find something else interesting along the way and forget the message delivery. She loves attention from humans though, and happily talks to just about anyone if they are willing to give her scratches and pats - or food. She finds dragons quite intimidating though and will often pop between in fright when confronted by them.
Physical description: A dark green in color, Luane is medium sized for a green firelizard. Her skin is dappled slightly and the effect as she flies through shadows is good camouflage. She is slightly plump and under muscled, a result of plenty of easy food and relatively little reason to exercise. She doesn’t show any obvious signs of her fight with the Plague at 6 months old but a dragonhealer might pick up the signs in her slightly brittle claw tips and the not-perfect spread of her wings that her growth had been interrupted.
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Crafter information
Craft name: Dragonhealer
Rank in craft: Apprentice
Turns in craft: 7
Where studied: Fort Weyr, Tristar Weyr, Igen Weyr, Izuko Island Weyr
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Holder information
Hold name: Esseri Sea Hold
Hold Size: Around 150 people. 7 fishing boats plus skiffs.
Other: Located about half a day’s sail south of Fort Sea Hold.
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Persona information (Updated: 25 June 2012)
Name: R’nor (Raenor)
Pronunciation: Are-nor (Ray-nor)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi, but slightly more heter
Rank: Wingrider
Birthplace: Esseri Sea Hold (Birthdate. yyyy.mm.dd)
Family: Mother: Jenora
Father: Traegil
Siblings: Chikeri of Beaulith, four younger brothers
Significant others: None
Personality: Precise. R'nor likes order and tends to approach everything in a very orderly fashion. There is no such thing as good-enough in his world and slackers of any kind irritate him. He is not an extroverted person but he is casually friendly with those around him; he doesn’t see the need to party hard but he enjoys relaxing with a few friends. He is thoughtful about the world, tending not to believe anything unquestioningly. Like his sister, he is stubborn but his stubbornness tends to be more practically applied. He is generous by nature, giving freely of time, effort and what material possessions he has but always quietly. Drama is abhorrent to him and the blatant emotionalism that often goes along with it is horrifying. R'nor doesn’t like conflict of any kind and prefers to go around problems rather than face them. He is adept at being evasive when it suits him to the point of being glib. He is patient when someone needs a willing listener and maintains near perfect confidentiality of what he’s told. When riled enough to get angry, he will roar and rage and get quite irrational but once he calms down, he doesn’t hold grudges. In fact, he is usually quite embarrassed at losing his temper.
Physical description: Above average in height, he is relatively stocky in build - strength, not speed, is the impression he gives. His hair is a soft coppery brown and is worn loose and shoulder-length. His features are rough - nose a touch too large, chin is blocky and his cheekbones too sharp. His eyes are hazel with short lashes. His complexion is fair but he tans reasonably so at present, he looks distinctly brown and his hands tend to look stubby. Clothing wise, he is generally clad in worn tunic and trews of an indeterminate, murky color. He is indifferent to what he wears to the point of genuinely not noticing if he wears the same outfit more than two days in a row. He often has an edge of somberness to his expression, if not outright sorrow, yet since the disaster that tore apart Tristar Weyr, he tries to put a smile on even if he doesn‘t feel like it.
History: First born son of Traegil and Jenora, Raenor had a privileged position. It didn’t count for much: Traegil gave him the same amount of leeway his brothers got (virtually none) and piled extra responsibilities on him just to ensure Raenor didn’t get too cocky. When a baby sister came along, Raenor was delighted. Here was someone who thought the world of him and who didn’t try to boss him around. Bliss! His life was filled with lessons, chores and playtime (not too much of the latter was legitimate) and he grew up as one of those happy-go-lucky kids who the universe seemed to shine on. Nothing terrible happened, he played pranks, did well enough at lessons to avoid any censure and got into trouble on occasion. He was expected to be responsible though, and was quickly pushed into helping to manage his younger siblings chores and activities. It was from this that he first showed his tendency to precision: all the chores had to be done and done right since that was safest if they intended to sneak out and scour the beaches for interesting debris or firelizard eggs. Methodical, he was smart enough to look for faster ways of doing something and often coordinated the children’s efforts to complete something much swifter than any of them could accomplish on their own. Raenor learned the seacraft reasonably well although he was never formally assessed in it.
At fourteen, he started working on the boats part-time; unlike the other boys, he continued to have lessons with the holds Harper in the finer points of law, duty, tradition and so on. This was deemed part of his responsibility as the Holder’s oldest son. At sixteen, his world was changed. K’lain and blue Regarth visited Esseri Sea Hold on Search and Raenor was asked to Stand at Fort Weyr. Traegil gave permission reluctantly - it wasn’t in his or Jenora’s plans but a dragonrider in the family would be beneficial. When K’lain also asked, carefully, to Search Chikeri he was refused. It was an uncomfortable leave taking and the short hop back to Fort Weyr was frankly terrifying. Raenor was one of the last candidates Searched for that clutch and within a few days he found himself left on the Sands and at a loss for something to do next. Going home again so soon was...distasteful so he spent the next couple of months learning a range of tasks around the Weyr. There were always some chores to do and he made a number of friends. One of those friends was Indara, a rare female brownrider and Fort’s best dragonhealer. Indara was a seaholder by birth herself and the pair met when Raenor was staring at the lake, missing the scent of salt he’d grown up with. Despite the difference in age (Indara was nearly fifty) they got along famously. Intrigued by Indara’s work, Raenor asked to learn dragonhealing himself - Indara welcomed him as an apprentice. For most of a turn, Raenor studied dragonhealing and became ever more fascinated by dragons. He stood at another clutch and again failed to Impress. Instead, Indara gifted him with a firelizard egg as a consolation prize.
Then the plague began. One by one, Fort’s dragons sickened. Indara worked ceaselessly and desperately to help them - and failed. Nothing she did had any effect with the sole exception of making them a little more comfortable as they died. It tore Indara apart - her friends, wingmates, clutchmates lost. For Raenor, the anguish was only a little less. Like any healer, he hated to see his patients suffer and to be able to do nothing? A more torturous two turns could not have been devised by anyone. When, some nine months after the first dragon died, Indara’s beloved brown succumbed, Indara suicided. The other dragonhealers picked up Raenor’s training, such as they could in such a time and they kept going until, one by one, they couldn’t take it anymore either. Eventually, when only a handful of dragons were left, Raenor was sent home by the remaining Weyr management.
Nineteen now and very changed from when he left, Raenor found his home hold nearly intolerable. They only said it was good he hadn’t impressed a sick dragon and demanded he fit right back into the pattern of strict obedience of his childhood. Raenor refused. He was an independent adult now, not a child, and he refused to be a child again. He also refused to consider settling down again as a holder, courting a suitable girl from another hold and following his fathers orders until Traegil stepped down. In fact, the only thing that kept him from leaving the day he arrived was Chikeri, his sister. She wasn’t happy either and since their correspondence had continued the entire time he was at Fort, she offered the quiet sympathy and understanding he needed. Raenor’s firelizard, green Luane, had survived the plague early on and at just over two, was a healthy little thing whose affection was a great deal of comfort to Raenor.
He sent Luane back to Fort to find out what was happening and one of the few remaining residents, before they left themselves, sent back a message about the clutches of Ista and Igen and told him he would surely be welcome as a Candidate at Ista should he still want to be one. Sure that he would receive a welcome - as far as he knew, there were no other dragonhealers left, even half-trained ones like him, he told his parents he was going to Ista and he wasn’t intending to return, ever. Traegil was reasonable about this; he had recognized very fast that Raenor simply wasn’t going to fit and it was easier for Raenor to leave. Jenora was less sanguine: she was quick to see that Chikeri was intending to go with Raenor and she hadn’t achieved what she had so far by allowing her plans to be upset.
There was arguments.
There was tantrums.
There was reasoned debate.
There was eventual agreement.
Chikeri wanted to go to Ista with Raenor and Raenor wanted Chikeri to come with him. They eventually wore down Traegil and Jenora until they were allowed to leave. Traegil agreed to let them travel on one of the fishing boats as far as Fort Sea Hold - from there, they were to make their own way. Raenor had been to Fort Sea Hold before and he had some friends there. With negotiation, he gained passage on a ship crossing to Ista for himself and Chikeri and they were eventually dropped off at the beach below the Weyr.
Left standing again at the hatching of the Istan clutch, Raenor didn't have to wait long to find his lifemate. When the Igen clutch hatched not a sevenday later he was chosen by green Cleofith, and Chikeri was chosen too. They went through Weyrlinghood together, and have been keeping their heads down since. Four turns later, R'nor led a bit of a rebellion group against the current Weyrleader due to his extreme drilling schedule, but they never kicked off their rebellion due to L'rai's bringing in of a wherguard. A trial followed, a Gather close at hand, and the Hatching of the young Weyrwoman's dragon's second clutch. Tristar Weyr was looking up...
Things didn’t stay well for long as a handful of dragonriders turned up missing and their dragons Betweened, telling of their demise. It was brownriding Weyrleader M’cleod’s thinking that saved their young Weyrwoman during that time and also the arrival of a mysterious gold dragon to add to their ranks. After the culprit had been found and dealt with, things seemed to smooth over for a little while until the great Quake shook apart Tristar Weyr. R’nor and his sister survived the disaster, taking what passengers they could to Igen Weyr: the evacuation location. Things went well for another three turns before the water supply at Igen was poisoned, forcing another evacuation, though this one was more organized. R’nor and his sister helped wherever they could, finally settling into the rough life presented them at their new haven in Izuko Island Weyr.
Just when all seemed well, the long awaited maiden flights of Fraith and Tsunath shook the Weyr apart, the two golds Rising at the same time and Authanth dying as a peacemaker. Since then, R’nor has helped where he could to try to find a sense of order with the three golds vying for their next Flights to see who would become Senior…
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Dragon information
Name: Cleofith
Pronunciation: clee-oh-fifth
Age: 8
Colour: Green
Weyrling group: Phoenix Smoke
Wing: Fire Dancers
Birthhome: Tristar Weyr
Dam/Sire: Gold Haydith/Bronze Morth
Personality: Female by colour, female by nature. A man’s dragon she certainly is, getting along better with male species, riders included than she does with females. Sure she’s a friendly dragon...if you’re male. She doesn’t tend to have the patience with female dragons.. and is tolerant of female riders too.. She tends to be a bit of a flirt around the male dragons.. whether they have mates or not.. no, that doesn’t matter at all. She has lost little of her flirtatious nature since the events of T’jas’ reign and is among the best behaved when she is drilling.
Physical description: Very caring of her appearance, she is a lean, skinny dragon that will eat only enough to keep her rider happy, causing somewhat of a concern for WeyrlingMasters during her Training days and now her lifemate. It is this that causes her to be skinny, and somewhat on the small side, though not as small as some other dragons. She’s more on the average size than smaller, but she won’t believe you there.. and insists she’s small. She is a very dark forest green all over, from head to tail, legs to wings. She doesn’t even have a patch of lighter or darker colour anywhere. Most of her is in well proportion, though her head is somewhat large…perhaps it shows she’s meant to be a wider dragon than she lets herself be.
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Pet information
Name: Luane
Pronunciation: Loo-aine
Age: 10
Type: Firelizard
Colour: Green
Personality: Affectionate. Luane is reasonably bright for a green firelizard but very easily distracted - she can understand go find person X and give them this piece of paper but about half the time, she will find something else interesting along the way and forget the message delivery. She loves attention from humans though, and happily talks to just about anyone if they are willing to give her scratches and pats - or food. She finds dragons quite intimidating though and will often pop between in fright when confronted by them.
Physical description: A dark green in color, Luane is medium sized for a green firelizard. Her skin is dappled slightly and the effect as she flies through shadows is good camouflage. She is slightly plump and under muscled, a result of plenty of easy food and relatively little reason to exercise. She doesn’t show any obvious signs of her fight with the Plague at 6 months old but a dragonhealer might pick up the signs in her slightly brittle claw tips and the not-perfect spread of her wings that her growth had been interrupted.
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Crafter information
Craft name: Dragonhealer
Rank in craft: Apprentice
Turns in craft: 7
Where studied: Fort Weyr, Tristar Weyr, Igen Weyr, Izuko Island Weyr
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Holder information
Hold name: Esseri Sea Hold
Hold Size: Around 150 people. 7 fishing boats plus skiffs.
Other: Located about half a day’s sail south of Fort Sea Hold.
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