Post by Prissy on Jun 10, 2011 20:14:56 GMT -8
NAME D'mian
AGE 18
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
RANK Brownrider; Wingleader
CRAFT None
HAIR Brown Cut short
EYES Brown
HEIGHT 6'0"
WEIGHT 190
OVERALL APPEARANCE Dalmian generally wears darker colors and is of sturdy build. His eyes are a bit harder than most of his family, he also tends to fiddle with a necklace around his throat. He has often been seen wearing a lighter jacket over his normal clothes, this is a gift from his mother. He also has a bracelet that he wears around his left wrist it is made of leather, it was a gift from his first girlfriend.
PERSONALITY Dalmian is a kind and quiet, though he tends to be a bit gruff. He is not the sweetest man or the easiest to get along with but he does his best to have good intentions. He is not a man to be trifled with at least at this time. He also is a good friend to those who earn the right to be called friend.
He is a protective man that will do all that he needs to do in order to protect Maia, though he does realize that this would a be a rough thing without his family. He is also the kind of man to kill any who try to harm his sister. He hopes someday that his sister will get braver and stronger in order to protect herself.
D'mian is a demanding wingleader and he is the type to expect perfection of his wing. He will make sure it happens, he is the kind of rider that will also protect any member of his wing. D'mian has learned that the physical mutations are no worse than the ones of color.
LIKES
DISLIKES
QUIRKS
SECRET
HISTORY Dalmian was born in a rather cool season, he grew up knowing his parents and loving them. It was two short turns later that his sister Maia was born, he was pleased to have a sister and it was because of this he grew up quickly. He had to protect her so he did protect her, he even managed to learn how to fight because of his need to ensure her protection.
When his sister was twelve the pair of them went to find the dragon clutch with so many others. He was sure that this would help his sister and himself, he hopes to impress and he knows that this will be interesting to see unfold.
The second hatchling was not nearly so happy as the first. He chattered away about how unhappy he was that no one had brought him food yet and how this strange person hadn't given him to His person yet and what was that stranger creature on his shoulder? Ge'ar shifted slightly, still quite ready to dump the firelizard in someone else's waiting arms, causing the little pink creature to jump. With a short chirp the flitter dove away, turning back to look at the strange little creature and the strange smaller creature, only to run straight into D'mian's chest. The little beryl scrabbled desperately for a hold before turning up to the brownrider and kreeling, clearly stating, "I'm hungry, feed me now!"
Hearts began to sink as they watched the final eggs. Well, they had two Queens and enough Bronzes to satisfy them both, they didn't have to worry. Plus a creature larger then then both the Golds, and two new female colours who might be able to clutch. Pern had it's dragons back, changed, yes, but they were back. What more could the Holdless ask for? People began to sigh and murmur before walking away. What did they have to stay for now? There were things to do, more potions of the Weyr to clean - People began to cry out. One of the eggs was rocking, they did not have to bury three after all!
The Seth Egg, nearly the same shade that the Alice Egg had been, began to rock from side to side, little jerks almost sleepy before cracks finally began to appear across it's shell like spider webs. Of all the hatchings, quick or slow, dramatic or ordinary, this one was watched with the most apprehension. Was it okay? It had waited so long to hatch? Those that had considered these eggs to be mutated, damaged in some way were cheering silently for that to happen. The rest just wanted it to hatch safely. Whatever the case, it hatched quickly.
The shell broke, and before the shards had even hit the sand completely the Brown was struggling to get free, the chestnut hide shining with egg goo that the heat did not dry. You were late! I'd fallen asleep. You didn't think your Hunth was dead, did you D'mian? the voice babbled. It was obvious as the struggle stopped in it's intensity that the Brown realized it was safe. I was worried you'd left! Now I think I'm stuck...
NAME Smith
AGE 2 Turns
COLOR/GENDER Coral/Male
PERSONALITY Impatient, Talkative, Jumpy
APPEARANCE
DRAGON/WHER
NAME Hunth
AGE 3 Turns
COLOR/GENDER Brown/Male
PERSONALITY Honest, Reliable, Giving
APPEARANCE
AGE 18
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
RANK Brownrider; Wingleader
CRAFT None
HAIR Brown Cut short
EYES Brown
HEIGHT 6'0"
WEIGHT 190
OVERALL APPEARANCE Dalmian generally wears darker colors and is of sturdy build. His eyes are a bit harder than most of his family, he also tends to fiddle with a necklace around his throat. He has often been seen wearing a lighter jacket over his normal clothes, this is a gift from his mother. He also has a bracelet that he wears around his left wrist it is made of leather, it was a gift from his first girlfriend.
PERSONALITY Dalmian is a kind and quiet, though he tends to be a bit gruff. He is not the sweetest man or the easiest to get along with but he does his best to have good intentions. He is not a man to be trifled with at least at this time. He also is a good friend to those who earn the right to be called friend.
He is a protective man that will do all that he needs to do in order to protect Maia, though he does realize that this would a be a rough thing without his family. He is also the kind of man to kill any who try to harm his sister. He hopes someday that his sister will get braver and stronger in order to protect herself.
D'mian is a demanding wingleader and he is the type to expect perfection of his wing. He will make sure it happens, he is the kind of rider that will also protect any member of his wing. D'mian has learned that the physical mutations are no worse than the ones of color.
LIKES
- Maia
- Dragons
- Whers
- Klah
- Sparring
- Being Warm
- Most riders
- Canines
- Singing
DISLIKES
- Bullies
- Anyone that picks on Maia
- Anyone who thinks they are better than him
- Overtly sexual people
- Rude People
- Bubbly Pies (allergic)
- Wine (hates being drunk)
- Felines
QUIRKS
- Will step in front of Maia to protect her
- Wants perfection from his wing and will demand it
SECRET
- he dislikes always being the strong one
HISTORY Dalmian was born in a rather cool season, he grew up knowing his parents and loving them. It was two short turns later that his sister Maia was born, he was pleased to have a sister and it was because of this he grew up quickly. He had to protect her so he did protect her, he even managed to learn how to fight because of his need to ensure her protection.
When his sister was twelve the pair of them went to find the dragon clutch with so many others. He was sure that this would help his sister and himself, he hopes to impress and he knows that this will be interesting to see unfold.
The second hatchling was not nearly so happy as the first. He chattered away about how unhappy he was that no one had brought him food yet and how this strange person hadn't given him to His person yet and what was that stranger creature on his shoulder? Ge'ar shifted slightly, still quite ready to dump the firelizard in someone else's waiting arms, causing the little pink creature to jump. With a short chirp the flitter dove away, turning back to look at the strange little creature and the strange smaller creature, only to run straight into D'mian's chest. The little beryl scrabbled desperately for a hold before turning up to the brownrider and kreeling, clearly stating, "I'm hungry, feed me now!"
Hearts began to sink as they watched the final eggs. Well, they had two Queens and enough Bronzes to satisfy them both, they didn't have to worry. Plus a creature larger then then both the Golds, and two new female colours who might be able to clutch. Pern had it's dragons back, changed, yes, but they were back. What more could the Holdless ask for? People began to sigh and murmur before walking away. What did they have to stay for now? There were things to do, more potions of the Weyr to clean - People began to cry out. One of the eggs was rocking, they did not have to bury three after all!
The Seth Egg, nearly the same shade that the Alice Egg had been, began to rock from side to side, little jerks almost sleepy before cracks finally began to appear across it's shell like spider webs. Of all the hatchings, quick or slow, dramatic or ordinary, this one was watched with the most apprehension. Was it okay? It had waited so long to hatch? Those that had considered these eggs to be mutated, damaged in some way were cheering silently for that to happen. The rest just wanted it to hatch safely. Whatever the case, it hatched quickly.
The shell broke, and before the shards had even hit the sand completely the Brown was struggling to get free, the chestnut hide shining with egg goo that the heat did not dry. You were late! I'd fallen asleep. You didn't think your Hunth was dead, did you D'mian? the voice babbled. It was obvious as the struggle stopped in it's intensity that the Brown realized it was safe. I was worried you'd left! Now I think I'm stuck...
NAME Smith
AGE 2 Turns
COLOR/GENDER Coral/Male
PERSONALITY Impatient, Talkative, Jumpy
APPEARANCE
DRAGON/WHER
NAME Hunth
AGE 3 Turns
COLOR/GENDER Brown/Male
PERSONALITY Honest, Reliable, Giving
APPEARANCE