Post by Pocket on Jan 1, 2013 2:08:51 GMT -5
[Jayli]
Age: 36 Turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Searchrider/Wingrider
Appearance: Jayli, as a whole in both appearance as well as personality, does not allow himself to fade into the background. He’s a tall, lanky streak of a rider, possessing more dexterity in his thin limbs and height then one might assume. His hair is one of his biggest vanities – smooth, golden brown hair (shades lighter from when he was but a boy) sweeping down to the small of his back. He spends a great amount of time arranging it into different styles, or methodically wrapping it tight to his skull when preparing to wear his riding helmet. Jayli’s skin is a rich tan, – partially due to genetics, partially due to being a sun worshipper. His hands are riddled with slight, silvery scars from working as a tailor.
There are a few key notes to notice about this green rider. One is that he has the oddest peeve about scent. It isn’t strange to note after drills, threadfall, or what have you – Jayli often spirits himself away to his personal weyr to clean himself up. He enjoys being fresh and clean, and smelling like the sweet sand he purchases so often from his sales as a tailor. Another that is, as a tailor, he makes his own clothes. Some of these are of a more feminine design, though he pays not to what others may deem as ‘women’s’ clothes or ‘men’s’ clothes – they are his clothes, after all. He prefers the looser cuts, and the swirl of a sweeping skirt or dress. He’s a physical representation of the flashy “Ista Hold Beetle” name holders have gained for the brightness of the clothes they wear for protection against the heat of Rukbat’s rays. It’s also not uncommon for him to be mistaken for a woman, but he doesn’t really care.
Personality: As his attire is bright, Jayli’s personality does shine. He’s a sweet man – always smiling, who likely wouldn’t hurt a trundlebug. He enjoys paying compliments to people, even if he doesn’t truly know them. Jayli is also a big fan of physical, platonic affection (even if it may not come off this way). Hugs and cuddles are a common greeting with him, letting his head rest on people’s shoulders or fixing people’s hair or clothing to an appropriate degree. He doesn’t know much for physical boundaries, though he does respect someone’s request for space if they ask him. Physical affection is a common show of his mood and general happiness, as well as his show of friendship with someone. In fact, one of the clear markers something is bothering him is if he asks for a hug.
Overall, Jayli seems to love everyone and everything around him. It’s truthfully hard for Jayli to utterly hate, or even dislike, something. His friends are important to him, though he has a special place in his heart for Talloranth and his weyrling clique. Jayli takes it upon himself to stick up for anyone and everyone – even should they not require or want his assistance. Jayli would happily stand up for strangers.
One negative reputation Jayli seems to have attracted; flighty. He has a track record of fleeing from flightmates after Talloranth rises – this all stems back to his first flight, and the utter pain this caused to echo into the present nearly twenty turns later. Unfortunately, only three people know of this pain – namely, his weyrling kin. He tends to avoid his flightmate like the plague, or an immature boy, hiding and seeking comfort of his friends. He doesn’t blame anyone for the situation, and is firm to not let Talloranth to blame herself for her rider’s mixed emotions. He just blames that first, bad experience.
As Jayli is minorly concerned about his appearance, and his product, he likes to drag people to his personal weyr to get opinions on his outfits, modeling his own work as well as asking people to try on some of his clothes.
History: Jayli was the seventh child, first and only son of a modest pair of tailors from Igen Hold. Having had six sisters before him, his parents had been overjoyed at the prospect of finally having a son, and showered him in the same overabundant affection and joy they had shown his sisters. They doted on him when he was but a babe, swaddled in hand-me-downs from his sisters as every mark his parents earned went into feeding their family, or supplies to keep their trade running.
The girl's clothing became a bit of an inside joke within the family, light-hearted within their circle. But should someone else make a joke, no matter how light, they would not let the matter slide so easily.
As time went on, Jayli happily started to flourish in his elder siblings' clothes. He let his dark blonde hair grow long past other boys' hair lengths, happy to keep it down past his shoulders. His sisters showed him secrets on grooming and personal care that helped to foster a deep attachment to his hair as well as the budding seed with his issue with self-hygiene.
As Jayli grew to his tenth turn, his father was eager to start taking his son on the road with him, showing the trails he blazed to sell their product beyond the hold's walls. But Faranth didn't seem to favor those plans, as Jayli would grow into a sick child not a month past his tenth birthing day. He often stayed tucked up against his mother's side, shivering from a fever or another ailment and watched her nimble fingers worked. Two turns later, when the healers pronounced the ever-hovering sickness to be tentatively behind the family, everyone had been relieved -- but none so like his father, who was excited to take his son on the open roads, finally.
But Jayli had found a talent while sitting at his mother's side. His quick fingers finished work faster than his mother and three of his sisters, and he had a natural talent for fabric choices and sizes. He was the heir his mother was delighted to have, but his father had wanted. Never the less, his father was still thrilled Jayli had invested in some part of the family trade. Time eventually came where he could make his own clothing without pattern or guide.
Soon enough, with one more adding to the production, they had a few marks here and there that they could spare. New clothing was made not for sale, but for family use -- and the decision came to Jayli whether to start wearing more 'gender-specific' clothing, or keep with his old style. The decision confused him, as his clothes were his clothes, not a woman's. (Although some had previously belonged to his sisters.) In the end, he chose to keep his clothing, as well as assimilate some of the newer styles into his wardrobe, as well.
Though Jayli received his share of teasing over the matter of his choice in clothing, none of it ever became serious. It hurt, make no mistake. But it never escalated past some snide words that Jayli was more than capable of volleying back.
Then, a few short months after his fifteenth birthing day, a search rider would fly in to look for prospects for the newest clutch. He'd been searched, and with a teary but happy parting, Jayli was on his way to Igen Weyr. Fortune, however, wouldn't turn to him until two turns later, when he stood for a small clutch of four. There, he met the love of his life; a thin little green that flattened the lad back onto his arse. The mischievous little girl called herself Talloranth, and stole his heart there on the sands. They were within a weyrling class with her three siblings, and they both became close to their little clique.
Weyrling training, as it turns out, wasn't quite so easy for them once they had to take to the skies. Talloranth's smaller frame took longer to build up enough muscle and stamina to get them both airborne, and stay airborne. They trained diligently, always working on increasing her skills before she was soon aloft and staying up with ease.
Talloranth would rise in the middle of the night, startling her poor rider out of his sleep to the rushing tide of impending dragon lust. They were caught by a older, fellow greenrider – Y’lei of Niezeth, of whom Jayli had spent some time admiring from a far. The following morning, however, would crush him for turns to come. The man completely snubbed Jayli’s affection and attempts to follow through with more – that it was only flightlust, nothing personal. He spent the day tucked into Talloranth’s neck and would only be coerced out by his close friends. But this snub of such a culture clash – for nothing at Igen Hold would have prepared him for such a differentiation – would make him wary of any pursuit. He didn’t trust anyone who would catch them in a flight, and any romantic pursuit offers would be brushed off with a fearful smile and a gentle pat on the cheek.
Jayli and Talloranth would graduate with their heads held high, content to join as a wingrider in Caltori and Teresth’s wing. They served drills dutifully, shedding everything but focus and determination in preparation of thread. It came as a disappointment as, despite the harder they continued to push, Talloranth lacked the stamina to last an entire predicted fall. Despite all their gritted teeth and training, they still have not reached the point where Talloranth could possibly last an entire fall. It hasn’t stopped them from trying, however. They strive to be dutiful members of the wing, and while they aren’t striving for a higher rank, they strive to be the best they can be.
Between drills and retaking up his trade within Igen Weyr, Jayli found a talent within search riding and found the experience enjoyable as a whole. He loved looking for new prospects for upcoming dragon clutches, beaming with a small sense of pride whenever one of ‘his’ candidates Impressed. (It was a silly thing, but it made him smile regardless.) It was through Jayli’s searching duties he made a fast friend in J’shom, of brown Volinth. It was nice to make a friend who knew of fashion, and was willing to give an opinion as well as model (some) of his works. Never the less, he enjoys the brownrider’s company immensely, and has a great deal of fun within his company.
With the turning of the Pass brought thread and rider and dragon were prepared. They fight the spores with diligence – though that would not prove to be enough, as Talloranth would suffer minor threadscore along her shoulder and near the split of her tail. But these injuries proved to be superficial and didn’t hinder the green’s body or spirit, and would not allow Jayli to, either. The pair bounced back – full of life and fight, to protect the skies of Pern.
[Talloranth]
{Dragon}
Age: 19 Turns
Color: Green
Sex: Female
{Fighter}
Appearance: At a first glance, one might assume Talloranth was of ill health. She is a very thin, lanky green with no overly outward muscle mass to her. She is slim to the point of appearing underfed, which is surely not the case, as her voracious appetite has shown. Her frame is delicate, even for a green and despite all that she constantly eats does not manage to actually gain weight. Slim shoulder muscles branch out to delicate wings, semi-transparent wingsails that reveal the blood vessels under bright sunlight. With such a slim stature, it is of no surprise that she is unable to last for an entire Fall – though she may try her hardest to.
In terms of her hide, Talloranth is overall a main dusky green – like a thin blanket of ash over a grassy field at dusk. The main contrast in the gleaming trail of spatter of a deep jade along her spine, from the base of her skull, down her spine, to the very tip of her tail. Her wingsails are also a lighter color, almost rivaling a medium mint green in the shade. In the sun, they shine brighter and help to add to the semi-transparency.
Talloranth has two visible scares – a threadscore near the split of her tail tip, as well as her left flank. Both of these white scars are relatively small, and cause no hindrance to her in the present.
Personality: Talloranth, as a whole, is a devoted soul. She finds something that suits her interests, she throws her whole self into it. Be it fighting thread, or making the biggest splash in the Weyr lake, this green lady dedicates herself to the cause fully. Her competitive side tends to shine the best when she’s flying, loving to twist and curl, and making outlandish and unnecessary movements in the air solely for the purpose of doing what others cannot. If someone were to try to out trickfly her, be prepared – Talloranth will likely not stand down until she is forced to out of exhaustion or otherwise. Trick flying is her passion, though she knows when to buckle down and concentrate – namely when lined up for wing formation for threadfall.
She has a typical Best Aunt attitude towards anyone who gains her favor. Children and weyrlings definitely gain the most favor, though Talloranth knows when the best moment is to separate herself and find someone of a more capable nature that can handle these situations better then she may. Never-the-less, make no mistake that although Talloranth loves children and younger dragons, she is very happy to be the fighting dragon she is and sear thread out of the sky.
Unsurprisingly, Talloranth’s devoted soul also translates directly to her personal life. She’s a dedicated mate – or, would be, if she didn’t close herself off to her flightmates. It’s a choice she makes willingly, as she knows her rider vehemently dislikes staying attached to the riders of the dragons who catch her. Thus, she breaks things off amicably, if somewhat sadly. In the end, it’s the best option for everyone, or so she believes.
Age: 36 Turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Searchrider/Wingrider
Appearance: Jayli, as a whole in both appearance as well as personality, does not allow himself to fade into the background. He’s a tall, lanky streak of a rider, possessing more dexterity in his thin limbs and height then one might assume. His hair is one of his biggest vanities – smooth, golden brown hair (shades lighter from when he was but a boy) sweeping down to the small of his back. He spends a great amount of time arranging it into different styles, or methodically wrapping it tight to his skull when preparing to wear his riding helmet. Jayli’s skin is a rich tan, – partially due to genetics, partially due to being a sun worshipper. His hands are riddled with slight, silvery scars from working as a tailor.
There are a few key notes to notice about this green rider. One is that he has the oddest peeve about scent. It isn’t strange to note after drills, threadfall, or what have you – Jayli often spirits himself away to his personal weyr to clean himself up. He enjoys being fresh and clean, and smelling like the sweet sand he purchases so often from his sales as a tailor. Another that is, as a tailor, he makes his own clothes. Some of these are of a more feminine design, though he pays not to what others may deem as ‘women’s’ clothes or ‘men’s’ clothes – they are his clothes, after all. He prefers the looser cuts, and the swirl of a sweeping skirt or dress. He’s a physical representation of the flashy “Ista Hold Beetle” name holders have gained for the brightness of the clothes they wear for protection against the heat of Rukbat’s rays. It’s also not uncommon for him to be mistaken for a woman, but he doesn’t really care.
Personality: As his attire is bright, Jayli’s personality does shine. He’s a sweet man – always smiling, who likely wouldn’t hurt a trundlebug. He enjoys paying compliments to people, even if he doesn’t truly know them. Jayli is also a big fan of physical, platonic affection (even if it may not come off this way). Hugs and cuddles are a common greeting with him, letting his head rest on people’s shoulders or fixing people’s hair or clothing to an appropriate degree. He doesn’t know much for physical boundaries, though he does respect someone’s request for space if they ask him. Physical affection is a common show of his mood and general happiness, as well as his show of friendship with someone. In fact, one of the clear markers something is bothering him is if he asks for a hug.
Overall, Jayli seems to love everyone and everything around him. It’s truthfully hard for Jayli to utterly hate, or even dislike, something. His friends are important to him, though he has a special place in his heart for Talloranth and his weyrling clique. Jayli takes it upon himself to stick up for anyone and everyone – even should they not require or want his assistance. Jayli would happily stand up for strangers.
One negative reputation Jayli seems to have attracted; flighty. He has a track record of fleeing from flightmates after Talloranth rises – this all stems back to his first flight, and the utter pain this caused to echo into the present nearly twenty turns later. Unfortunately, only three people know of this pain – namely, his weyrling kin. He tends to avoid his flightmate like the plague, or an immature boy, hiding and seeking comfort of his friends. He doesn’t blame anyone for the situation, and is firm to not let Talloranth to blame herself for her rider’s mixed emotions. He just blames that first, bad experience.
As Jayli is minorly concerned about his appearance, and his product, he likes to drag people to his personal weyr to get opinions on his outfits, modeling his own work as well as asking people to try on some of his clothes.
History: Jayli was the seventh child, first and only son of a modest pair of tailors from Igen Hold. Having had six sisters before him, his parents had been overjoyed at the prospect of finally having a son, and showered him in the same overabundant affection and joy they had shown his sisters. They doted on him when he was but a babe, swaddled in hand-me-downs from his sisters as every mark his parents earned went into feeding their family, or supplies to keep their trade running.
The girl's clothing became a bit of an inside joke within the family, light-hearted within their circle. But should someone else make a joke, no matter how light, they would not let the matter slide so easily.
As time went on, Jayli happily started to flourish in his elder siblings' clothes. He let his dark blonde hair grow long past other boys' hair lengths, happy to keep it down past his shoulders. His sisters showed him secrets on grooming and personal care that helped to foster a deep attachment to his hair as well as the budding seed with his issue with self-hygiene.
As Jayli grew to his tenth turn, his father was eager to start taking his son on the road with him, showing the trails he blazed to sell their product beyond the hold's walls. But Faranth didn't seem to favor those plans, as Jayli would grow into a sick child not a month past his tenth birthing day. He often stayed tucked up against his mother's side, shivering from a fever or another ailment and watched her nimble fingers worked. Two turns later, when the healers pronounced the ever-hovering sickness to be tentatively behind the family, everyone had been relieved -- but none so like his father, who was excited to take his son on the open roads, finally.
But Jayli had found a talent while sitting at his mother's side. His quick fingers finished work faster than his mother and three of his sisters, and he had a natural talent for fabric choices and sizes. He was the heir his mother was delighted to have, but his father had wanted. Never the less, his father was still thrilled Jayli had invested in some part of the family trade. Time eventually came where he could make his own clothing without pattern or guide.
Soon enough, with one more adding to the production, they had a few marks here and there that they could spare. New clothing was made not for sale, but for family use -- and the decision came to Jayli whether to start wearing more 'gender-specific' clothing, or keep with his old style. The decision confused him, as his clothes were his clothes, not a woman's. (Although some had previously belonged to his sisters.) In the end, he chose to keep his clothing, as well as assimilate some of the newer styles into his wardrobe, as well.
Though Jayli received his share of teasing over the matter of his choice in clothing, none of it ever became serious. It hurt, make no mistake. But it never escalated past some snide words that Jayli was more than capable of volleying back.
Then, a few short months after his fifteenth birthing day, a search rider would fly in to look for prospects for the newest clutch. He'd been searched, and with a teary but happy parting, Jayli was on his way to Igen Weyr. Fortune, however, wouldn't turn to him until two turns later, when he stood for a small clutch of four. There, he met the love of his life; a thin little green that flattened the lad back onto his arse. The mischievous little girl called herself Talloranth, and stole his heart there on the sands. They were within a weyrling class with her three siblings, and they both became close to their little clique.
Weyrling training, as it turns out, wasn't quite so easy for them once they had to take to the skies. Talloranth's smaller frame took longer to build up enough muscle and stamina to get them both airborne, and stay airborne. They trained diligently, always working on increasing her skills before she was soon aloft and staying up with ease.
Talloranth would rise in the middle of the night, startling her poor rider out of his sleep to the rushing tide of impending dragon lust. They were caught by a older, fellow greenrider – Y’lei of Niezeth, of whom Jayli had spent some time admiring from a far. The following morning, however, would crush him for turns to come. The man completely snubbed Jayli’s affection and attempts to follow through with more – that it was only flightlust, nothing personal. He spent the day tucked into Talloranth’s neck and would only be coerced out by his close friends. But this snub of such a culture clash – for nothing at Igen Hold would have prepared him for such a differentiation – would make him wary of any pursuit. He didn’t trust anyone who would catch them in a flight, and any romantic pursuit offers would be brushed off with a fearful smile and a gentle pat on the cheek.
Jayli and Talloranth would graduate with their heads held high, content to join as a wingrider in Caltori and Teresth’s wing. They served drills dutifully, shedding everything but focus and determination in preparation of thread. It came as a disappointment as, despite the harder they continued to push, Talloranth lacked the stamina to last an entire predicted fall. Despite all their gritted teeth and training, they still have not reached the point where Talloranth could possibly last an entire fall. It hasn’t stopped them from trying, however. They strive to be dutiful members of the wing, and while they aren’t striving for a higher rank, they strive to be the best they can be.
Between drills and retaking up his trade within Igen Weyr, Jayli found a talent within search riding and found the experience enjoyable as a whole. He loved looking for new prospects for upcoming dragon clutches, beaming with a small sense of pride whenever one of ‘his’ candidates Impressed. (It was a silly thing, but it made him smile regardless.) It was through Jayli’s searching duties he made a fast friend in J’shom, of brown Volinth. It was nice to make a friend who knew of fashion, and was willing to give an opinion as well as model (some) of his works. Never the less, he enjoys the brownrider’s company immensely, and has a great deal of fun within his company.
With the turning of the Pass brought thread and rider and dragon were prepared. They fight the spores with diligence – though that would not prove to be enough, as Talloranth would suffer minor threadscore along her shoulder and near the split of her tail. But these injuries proved to be superficial and didn’t hinder the green’s body or spirit, and would not allow Jayli to, either. The pair bounced back – full of life and fight, to protect the skies of Pern.
[Talloranth]
{Dragon}
Age: 19 Turns
Color: Green
Sex: Female
{Fighter}
Appearance: At a first glance, one might assume Talloranth was of ill health. She is a very thin, lanky green with no overly outward muscle mass to her. She is slim to the point of appearing underfed, which is surely not the case, as her voracious appetite has shown. Her frame is delicate, even for a green and despite all that she constantly eats does not manage to actually gain weight. Slim shoulder muscles branch out to delicate wings, semi-transparent wingsails that reveal the blood vessels under bright sunlight. With such a slim stature, it is of no surprise that she is unable to last for an entire Fall – though she may try her hardest to.
In terms of her hide, Talloranth is overall a main dusky green – like a thin blanket of ash over a grassy field at dusk. The main contrast in the gleaming trail of spatter of a deep jade along her spine, from the base of her skull, down her spine, to the very tip of her tail. Her wingsails are also a lighter color, almost rivaling a medium mint green in the shade. In the sun, they shine brighter and help to add to the semi-transparency.
Talloranth has two visible scares – a threadscore near the split of her tail tip, as well as her left flank. Both of these white scars are relatively small, and cause no hindrance to her in the present.
Personality: Talloranth, as a whole, is a devoted soul. She finds something that suits her interests, she throws her whole self into it. Be it fighting thread, or making the biggest splash in the Weyr lake, this green lady dedicates herself to the cause fully. Her competitive side tends to shine the best when she’s flying, loving to twist and curl, and making outlandish and unnecessary movements in the air solely for the purpose of doing what others cannot. If someone were to try to out trickfly her, be prepared – Talloranth will likely not stand down until she is forced to out of exhaustion or otherwise. Trick flying is her passion, though she knows when to buckle down and concentrate – namely when lined up for wing formation for threadfall.
She has a typical Best Aunt attitude towards anyone who gains her favor. Children and weyrlings definitely gain the most favor, though Talloranth knows when the best moment is to separate herself and find someone of a more capable nature that can handle these situations better then she may. Never-the-less, make no mistake that although Talloranth loves children and younger dragons, she is very happy to be the fighting dragon she is and sear thread out of the sky.
Unsurprisingly, Talloranth’s devoted soul also translates directly to her personal life. She’s a dedicated mate – or, would be, if she didn’t close herself off to her flightmates. It’s a choice she makes willingly, as she knows her rider vehemently dislikes staying attached to the riders of the dragons who catch her. Thus, she breaks things off amicably, if somewhat sadly. In the end, it’s the best option for everyone, or so she believes.
