Post by catilena1890 on Apr 19, 2012 14:52:13 GMT -5
Name: D’lan
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: BrownRider
Appearance: Daelan is a very small boy, at a little over four feet, he is barely taller then a 3-month old hatchling's head and very skinny. His hair is a light-brown mess, locks sticking up in random areas, and it refuses to be tamed. His eyes are a brown the same shade as chocolate and his angular face would remind one of a dragon if they looked at him from a distance.
His skin is a dark cream, like the hide of a light brown dragon. His small, svelt frame is covered by a dark green tunic and a pair a wheaty work pants with black leather boots covering his small feet.
Personality: A very quiet, sometimes fearful person, Daelan is not what one would call social. He avoids talking to others for fear of ridicule or rejection, as he has been teased countless times due to his small size. If he were to open up to someone, that lucky person would be given a very good and loyal friend, always the first to volunteer to aid them in their distress.
He has a tendancy to be clingy to his few friends since he feels so uncared for that anyone who shows even a small bit of compassion to him holds his respect. Daelan`s silence has given him the ability to gather information swiftly and quickly, making him a valuable ally in times of uncertanty and secrecy. His avoiding personality combined with his short stature also makes him an excellent espionage as he is able to get in and out of places with little difficulty.
History: Hailing from Southern Hold Daelan lived a pretty average lifestyle, where he served as a fisher. He would go out to sea a couple times a week to bring in much fish to supply both Southern Hold and Southern Weyr. He had been skipped on Search many times due to his short stature, and the Southern riders looked down on him and refused to even consider allowing him in their ranks*, but that did not stop him from seeing the dragons and their riders, and he longed to become one. Because of this, he prepared for his journey to Dark Moon, the weyr with the strange dragons and open hearts.
His bag all packed and ready to go, Daelan, threw his belongings over his shoulder and went to meet with his parents by the entryway of the Hold. Dropping his stuff he quickly joining his parents.
"I`ll be going now, Mother, Father." He said as his mother tried not to cry.
"Oh honey, are you sure you want to do this? The Weyr will take you on the next Search, I know it..." She whimpered. Daelan shrunk and hugged his very small mother tightly while his father chuckled at the drama unfolding.
"The boy's too short woman, those stuck-up pansies will never take him even if he were the last candidate on Pern! He'll do fine, ye gotta stop babyin him and let him grow into a real man, even if he stopped growin, har!" His middle-aged father said, laughing heartily at his own joke. Daelan smiled and let go of his mother, grabbing his pack and slinging it back over his shoulder.
"Don't worry about me mother, please. I`ll be fine. The next time you see me will be on the back of a bronze, leading a whole wing of dragons!" He said excitedly. His father stopped chuckling and stood up straight, looking sternly at his shorter son.
"I know you'll make us proud boy, you was the best fisher we had and the hardest worker too. Them riders at the Moon Weyr will see that, even though Southern didn't. Good luck son." He said, holding out his hand. Daelan smiled and shook his father's hand, waving goodbye and heading off for his new weyr.
When he had set off, the journey was pretty normal, except for the horrible hurricane that had occurred along the way. He had managed to escape it by hiding out in a cave, but after it left he hurried to his new home, Dark Moon, fearing they may have been hurt from the storm, or worse.
Upon arriving, Daelan discovered that the weyr was none the worse for wear, and there was not much in terms of repairs for him to do. He wandered around the weyr, meeting the oddball sisters of Catilena and Relina, who was a green weyrling, as well as a few others. Nervously, he attended the candidate lessons and was on time for the hatching, whereupon his orange-tinted brown, Lenoth, was the second to hatch, though at the time, Daelan was unaware of the fact that the dragon would be his. He was much to excited to see young dragons up close, though those feelings were wiped away the minute his candidate friend, the rambunctious Catilena, grabbed him and pulled him closer to the action. He immediately grew nervous and slightly frightened and had asked another friend of his, who had just been bowled over by a hatchling herself, about the experience. Soon after, he was tackled and injured by his dragon.
While awaiting the answer Daelan suddenly felt himself bowled over and deeply cut. He was about to call out when he felt an apologetic presence in his head.
D'lan your Lenoth is sorry! I couldn't stop. Please forgive me. I hunger so much! The dragon said. Daelan looked up into the eyes of the brown and saw the rainbow colors. In the background, Catilena cheered, but he did not hear it. It was just him and his dragon. Daelan and Lenoth.
D'lanmine, are you alright? I'm hungry, can Lenoth be fed if you are alright? Lenoth told him. Daelan smiled and pat his dragon, his dragon, softly.
"Of course, of course, I have to get up first though. Why do you call me "D'lan"
Admin's Note:[/hr]" He asked him. Lenoth got off of him and let him up.
[/i]Daelan is too hard for me to say. D'lan is much easier, you do not like it? Can I be fed? Lenoth asked. D'lan smiled and shook his head. He was about to answer when he thought of something. Could he talk to his dragon mentally as Lenoth could to him? He wondered. He decided to try.
No, no, it is fine. I do like it, very much. And yes, we can go get some food. He told him.
Thank you, where is it? Lenoth asked him. D'lan smiled and, walking to stand beside his dragon, noticed the greenish substance slowly leaking from Lenoth's side. He immediately started to worry.
My Lenoth! You're hurt! He cried in his head. Lenoth started forward.
I am hungry more! Please, food is this way? The dragon asked hopefully. D'lan shook the shock from his head and ran to Lenoth, placing his hand on his head.
This way, my dearest friend. D'lan said, leading Lenoth to the edge of the sands where the buckets of meat lay.
Shortly after that, it was decided that the Weyrlings would go back into the past to learn the skills they needed to protect the weyr. As D'lan and Lenoth grew, they worked hard in each of their lessons. Soon it was time for them to return to Dark Moon, and with confidence in his heart, instilled by his dragon, D'lan mounted Lenoth and returned to the place he once called home.
However, all was not as he hoped. The weyr was in a great state of dishevelment. The pens for the herdbeasts that fed the dragons were empty, the weyrs were unkempt, and the entire weyr itself was abandoned. Saddened but not disheartened, D'lan and Lenoth began their journey North.
The pair soon found that none of the werys would ever be the haven that Dark moon was. D'lan's meekness and Lenoth's quietness made them the prime targets for ridicule everywhere they went. They tried to ignore it as best as they could, but D'lan's confidence took a blow with every insult he heard, and Lenoth grew bolder as time went on. He began to backtalk to the dragons whose riders made D'lan feel uncomfortable, and pretty soon they were all but chased out of the weyrs they stayed at. However, every cloud had a silver lining. D'lan learned of Dark Moon's revival, and he could not have been happier. He practically threw himself on Lenoth's back and demanded the dragon return to their one true home. Lenoth, always wanting his rider to be happy, obliged without a fight. He too, looked forward to returning to his birthplace, for he knew with D'lan's memories that he would be happier there than anywhere else.
Pets: N/A
Dragon/Wher: Brown Lenoth
Dragon/Wher Appearance:
Dragon/Wher Personality: Lenoth is very serious and down to earth and very supportive of his rider. He could be a little shy at first to warm up to people, but once you gained his friendship, he was loyal as could be, save when his rider or his Queen was threatened. Lenoth frequently gives his rider words of encouragement to build up his confidence. His time in the North has made Lenoth a little more attentive to his surroundings, but his focus will always be on his beloved rider. He has also gotten braver, willing to stand up for his rider when he feels D'lan is becoming upset.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: BrownRider
Appearance: Daelan is a very small boy, at a little over four feet, he is barely taller then a 3-month old hatchling's head and very skinny. His hair is a light-brown mess, locks sticking up in random areas, and it refuses to be tamed. His eyes are a brown the same shade as chocolate and his angular face would remind one of a dragon if they looked at him from a distance.
His skin is a dark cream, like the hide of a light brown dragon. His small, svelt frame is covered by a dark green tunic and a pair a wheaty work pants with black leather boots covering his small feet.
Personality: A very quiet, sometimes fearful person, Daelan is not what one would call social. He avoids talking to others for fear of ridicule or rejection, as he has been teased countless times due to his small size. If he were to open up to someone, that lucky person would be given a very good and loyal friend, always the first to volunteer to aid them in their distress.
He has a tendancy to be clingy to his few friends since he feels so uncared for that anyone who shows even a small bit of compassion to him holds his respect. Daelan`s silence has given him the ability to gather information swiftly and quickly, making him a valuable ally in times of uncertanty and secrecy. His avoiding personality combined with his short stature also makes him an excellent espionage as he is able to get in and out of places with little difficulty.
History: Hailing from Southern Hold Daelan lived a pretty average lifestyle, where he served as a fisher. He would go out to sea a couple times a week to bring in much fish to supply both Southern Hold and Southern Weyr. He had been skipped on Search many times due to his short stature, and the Southern riders looked down on him and refused to even consider allowing him in their ranks*, but that did not stop him from seeing the dragons and their riders, and he longed to become one. Because of this, he prepared for his journey to Dark Moon, the weyr with the strange dragons and open hearts.
His bag all packed and ready to go, Daelan, threw his belongings over his shoulder and went to meet with his parents by the entryway of the Hold. Dropping his stuff he quickly joining his parents.
"I`ll be going now, Mother, Father." He said as his mother tried not to cry.
"Oh honey, are you sure you want to do this? The Weyr will take you on the next Search, I know it..." She whimpered. Daelan shrunk and hugged his very small mother tightly while his father chuckled at the drama unfolding.
"The boy's too short woman, those stuck-up pansies will never take him even if he were the last candidate on Pern! He'll do fine, ye gotta stop babyin him and let him grow into a real man, even if he stopped growin, har!" His middle-aged father said, laughing heartily at his own joke. Daelan smiled and let go of his mother, grabbing his pack and slinging it back over his shoulder.
"Don't worry about me mother, please. I`ll be fine. The next time you see me will be on the back of a bronze, leading a whole wing of dragons!" He said excitedly. His father stopped chuckling and stood up straight, looking sternly at his shorter son.
"I know you'll make us proud boy, you was the best fisher we had and the hardest worker too. Them riders at the Moon Weyr will see that, even though Southern didn't. Good luck son." He said, holding out his hand. Daelan smiled and shook his father's hand, waving goodbye and heading off for his new weyr.
When he had set off, the journey was pretty normal, except for the horrible hurricane that had occurred along the way. He had managed to escape it by hiding out in a cave, but after it left he hurried to his new home, Dark Moon, fearing they may have been hurt from the storm, or worse.
Upon arriving, Daelan discovered that the weyr was none the worse for wear, and there was not much in terms of repairs for him to do. He wandered around the weyr, meeting the oddball sisters of Catilena and Relina, who was a green weyrling, as well as a few others. Nervously, he attended the candidate lessons and was on time for the hatching, whereupon his orange-tinted brown, Lenoth, was the second to hatch, though at the time, Daelan was unaware of the fact that the dragon would be his. He was much to excited to see young dragons up close, though those feelings were wiped away the minute his candidate friend, the rambunctious Catilena, grabbed him and pulled him closer to the action. He immediately grew nervous and slightly frightened and had asked another friend of his, who had just been bowled over by a hatchling herself, about the experience. Soon after, he was tackled and injured by his dragon.
While awaiting the answer Daelan suddenly felt himself bowled over and deeply cut. He was about to call out when he felt an apologetic presence in his head.
D'lan your Lenoth is sorry! I couldn't stop. Please forgive me. I hunger so much! The dragon said. Daelan looked up into the eyes of the brown and saw the rainbow colors. In the background, Catilena cheered, but he did not hear it. It was just him and his dragon. Daelan and Lenoth.
D'lanmine, are you alright? I'm hungry, can Lenoth be fed if you are alright? Lenoth told him. Daelan smiled and pat his dragon, his dragon, softly.
"Of course, of course, I have to get up first though. Why do you call me "D'lan"
Admin's Note:[/hr]" He asked him. Lenoth got off of him and let him up.
[/i]Daelan is too hard for me to say. D'lan is much easier, you do not like it? Can I be fed? Lenoth asked. D'lan smiled and shook his head. He was about to answer when he thought of something. Could he talk to his dragon mentally as Lenoth could to him? He wondered. He decided to try.
No, no, it is fine. I do like it, very much. And yes, we can go get some food. He told him.
Thank you, where is it? Lenoth asked him. D'lan smiled and, walking to stand beside his dragon, noticed the greenish substance slowly leaking from Lenoth's side. He immediately started to worry.
My Lenoth! You're hurt! He cried in his head. Lenoth started forward.
I am hungry more! Please, food is this way? The dragon asked hopefully. D'lan shook the shock from his head and ran to Lenoth, placing his hand on his head.
This way, my dearest friend. D'lan said, leading Lenoth to the edge of the sands where the buckets of meat lay.
Shortly after that, it was decided that the Weyrlings would go back into the past to learn the skills they needed to protect the weyr. As D'lan and Lenoth grew, they worked hard in each of their lessons. Soon it was time for them to return to Dark Moon, and with confidence in his heart, instilled by his dragon, D'lan mounted Lenoth and returned to the place he once called home.
However, all was not as he hoped. The weyr was in a great state of dishevelment. The pens for the herdbeasts that fed the dragons were empty, the weyrs were unkempt, and the entire weyr itself was abandoned. Saddened but not disheartened, D'lan and Lenoth began their journey North.
The pair soon found that none of the werys would ever be the haven that Dark moon was. D'lan's meekness and Lenoth's quietness made them the prime targets for ridicule everywhere they went. They tried to ignore it as best as they could, but D'lan's confidence took a blow with every insult he heard, and Lenoth grew bolder as time went on. He began to backtalk to the dragons whose riders made D'lan feel uncomfortable, and pretty soon they were all but chased out of the weyrs they stayed at. However, every cloud had a silver lining. D'lan learned of Dark Moon's revival, and he could not have been happier. He practically threw himself on Lenoth's back and demanded the dragon return to their one true home. Lenoth, always wanting his rider to be happy, obliged without a fight. He too, looked forward to returning to his birthplace, for he knew with D'lan's memories that he would be happier there than anywhere else.
Pets: N/A
Dragon/Wher: Brown Lenoth
Dragon/Wher Appearance:
Dragon/Wher Personality: Lenoth is very serious and down to earth and very supportive of his rider. He could be a little shy at first to warm up to people, but once you gained his friendship, he was loyal as could be, save when his rider or his Queen was threatened. Lenoth frequently gives his rider words of encouragement to build up his confidence. His time in the North has made Lenoth a little more attentive to his surroundings, but his focus will always be on his beloved rider. He has also gotten braver, willing to stand up for his rider when he feels D'lan is becoming upset.