Post by seneth on Dec 11, 2009 19:52:21 GMT -5
S’en - Brown - Folth - ex Wingsecond - transferred from Eastern Weyr - Bronze Firelizard Thon
Name: S’en (Sarsen)
Age: 24 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Ex Wingsecond, a position both himself and Folth held for several turns, at least 4, If not more unofficially.
Appearance:
S’en’s hair is thick, mostly straight mouse brown, with traces of natural highlights from his time on watch. A trait he thinks came from his mother, but its hard to tell as his birth father’s had grown silver with age. His eyes are normal in size, almond in shape, lashes pail in colour, arched over by relatively normal brown brows. The eyes themselves are golden brown, one is slightly more golden than the other, which often isn’t clear unless seen in daylight.
He has a Medium/long, not too gaunt face. His brows aren’t overly heavy, his jaw line straight edged and angular. Here a slightly dusting of a beard can often be seen. His other features are also plain, not handsome but not ugly either. S’en has a medium straight bridged nose, dusting of pale freckles. His mouth is medium, pale dull pink, very non descript like most of his other features.
S’en is a medium/tall, 5’9”, with long fingers and features. Some of his fingers are bent slightly where he’s broken them over the past. His body itself is slim but not lean, with muscles of an athlete but more so in his arms than his legs. His skin is slightly tanned especially on his face and forearms.
His distinctive features: at the left corner of his chin, there’s a thick pale white scar and a second thin one running down his right cheek both gained in duels. On the inside of his left forearm there’s shallow white claw scars running from his elbow, down over his wrist and partially onto his palm. These were gained during Folth’s hatching as he reached out to catch the falling dragonling.
Personality:
In his youth he’d always been quiet and respectable, with a slight preference to spend time alone. But that soon changed with him becoming a candidate. At first the mass of girls and boys his own age had made him edgy, uneasy. But it wasn’t long before their open kindness made him switch from the expressionless and guarded lad, to the rider he became. For during the hatching he not only gained a life partner, who supported and cared for him. But he also gained a family, and a big one at that! From then on he was open, happy, and down to earth. Very sociable and supporting to all he knew.
S’en has a willingness to work hard and follow orders, without a hint of discrimination between colours or ranks. This a first this had given him trouble, for you couldn’t treat a Weyrwoman like you did a fellow dragon rider. Either way he eventually gained his footing as he fitted in well under a supportive Wingleader. His overall persona was one of a follower. But after time he gained confidence to think on his own feet, and served the Weyr well…or so he thought. In truth S’en is a simple man, with simple tastes and a trusting nature. Preferring peace to violence, and truth to lies. His only faults include a lack of confidence in himself, and the tendency to be too trusting at times.
Like his dragon he has a good head on his shoulders, and is often a good one to come to for advice or support. A rider through and through.
History:
Father: Seneth, brown rider of Falenth Wingleader in Eastern Weyr. A man well known for his many transfers, but his age and experience was always found to be useful in a new Weyr. S’en often used to see him around, but would often keep his distance.
Mother: Unknown. All he knows is she was a rider tragically lost after an accident.
Foster mother: Mariena “Mari”, 41, cook/midwife.
Foster siblings: J’kai of blue Hyinsinth (21). T’vine of green Pith (25). R’nide of white Querayth (19). Also Mina birth daughter of Mariena (14).
S’en was Weyr born, but like more young born of riders he was soon fostered, and brought up alongside other Weyrbrats. Out of his siblings he’d always be the quietest, (despite being second oldest), and could often be found helping Mari rather than getting into trouble like the others. After standing for 2 hatchings, he impressed on his third at 17 turns, at the same time as J’kai. This brought them closer after all the years and they often supported each other during the laborious training.
During the hatching itself, instinctively he’d reached out to catch the falling Folth. Whose talons despite being soft raked all the way down his left inner forearm. Between his tears of joy, and Folth’s panicking but hungry cries, the support of a random bronze rider was a great help to him at the time. In the years to come he never saw the man again, as he worked to prove himself under his fathers eyes.
At the age of 19 turns, he found himself as wingsecond under the same bronze rider that’d helped him at the hatching. The man offered him both support and all the training he needed, as well as a good friend and drinking partner. It was during these days that his birth father would occasionally speak with him, if only briefly, to offer advice. One of them included a warning to not trust his so called friend so much.
It was 5 turns later that he found out why. Whether it women or firelizard eggs, his friend started to get edgy, suspicious, but only when S’en was around. It was during this time he’d started to become suspicious himself. As there’d been an increasing number of thefts within the Weyr, and his friends dragon started to become more and more distant. Finally late one evening S’en confronted his friend as they sat alone on the beach, their dozing dragons beside them. At first all was well, then on the mention of missing firelizard eggs the bronze rider became edgy. If only to calm the man down S’en had placed a reassuring hand on the man’s shoulder, in the next instant he’d been slashed across his ribs. Their duel had been brief, both men sustaining injury, their dragons on their hind legs raging, talons bared close to blows…then within an instant it was over. As soon as Folth landed the first strike, patrol from the Weyr including the senior Queen surrounded them. It was over. Life as he knew it was over.
Soon after returning back to the Weyr under guard he fell ill, his blood infected with something that’d been on his friends blade. For months all he remembered was fevered nightmares, his fathers face, and the soothing voice of Folth. Unknown to him that his father struggled with his defence, as his so called friend spun a tight web of lies within the Weyr. Which didn’t help S’en’s case as the Weyr was already sympathetic towards his friend, as his bronze had lost an eye during Folth’s attack.
A month later the infection cleared much to the delight of only a select number within the Weyr. Including Folth, his foster mother and siblings, as well as the rare few that trusted his father. Once he was well enough to leave the bed a court was soon called. Lucky for him nobody could prove his guilt, so he was asked to transfer to another Weyr.
So with his features still as gray as Folth’s hide, he left the Weyr in a pitiful state. With packs filled with meagre belongings, a confused mind and a shattered trust. Initially he spent several days on distant beaches preferring only Folth’s company, until his father sought him out. Later that day he found himself flying to Dark Moon Weyr, under the reassurances that it was small and lacked such rogues as his ex Wingleader. This is where his story begins.
Pets: Bronze Firelizard Thon, male, less than a turn old.
Pet Appearance: A small bronze Firelizard, long limbed with a slim body. His smooth hide is dull bronze in colour with distinct golden/bronze patches. Those with a good eye can see that despite his age he will always be a small in size.
Pet Personality: A determined little flier whose always happy to prove himself despite getting confused on the occasion. S'en often comments that the little bronze has a big enough heart and fire to compensate for his small frame. Like any bronze he can be slightly haughty by nature, but otherwise he can often be found clinging onto or close to S'en. Due to his age he still demands feeding, but nowadays he only does so to distract S'en from whatever troubles him.
Pet History: Upon the finding of a new clutch, it was finally S'en's turn as Wingsecond to be presented his own. On that day a couple of Wingleaders had turned down the opportunity, allowing the Wingseconds to draw lots to win one of two eggs. It seemed luck was on S'en's side as he picked out a medium sized egg.
Upon first inspection it was at least a blue, if not a brown. But whatever colour S'en was content and honoured to have one. Much to his delight a sevenday later little Thon hatched a bronze!
Dragon: Brown Folth, 7 turns.
Dragon Appearance:
Folth is an average 32 feet mature brown, with a wide wingspan of 57 feet. As a dragonling the imbalance of larger wings had caused some problems, but none of that is seen now. With some training and maturity he’s agile like most browns, with strengths in gliding, quick take off and catching air currents. His weaknesses tends to be stamina, inability to fly during strong winds and inability to take off in tight spaces. But none of this really matters to the dragon who’s pretty content with his body shape and size. To date he’s never risen after a Queen.
His hide is pretty much the same colour as S’en’s hair, but instead of highlights he has distinct dark brown low tones. These are located at the tip of his snout, forelimbs, tail tip and underbelly. His talons are pale brown, his wing membranes a pale opaque ivory, the fingers of his wings a dark chocolate brown. Distinct markings include faint scarring of his left secondary mainsail, and pale claw marks near the tip of his tail.
Dragon Personality:
Very down to earth, caring and strangely thoughtful dragon. So much so that even with S’en he’s a dragon of few words, preferring instead to listen on things of interest. Despite this and his other quirks, he’s not a lazy dragon. He just prefers not to rush into things unless the occasion calls for it. Something he often instructs S’en to do as his rider could be rash, but he loves the man no less because of it.
If he had a choice he prefers sunning beside the young or the old, finding them of most interest. Or on the occasion alongside those of similar age. But despite his preferences he doesn’t discriminate between colour, and will willingly offer those of higher rank the respect required, (Even if others don’t offer it in return). Folth overall enjoys challenges, as much as a times of peace. But like all dragons when his rider is threatened or troubled he will becomes rash. Whatever the consequences.
The current S’en:
Personality: He plans to work hard and efficiently in the hope of regaining himself and Folth some pride that was lost after the attack. But despite this he’s very much like his younger self again, but more sensitive behind his suspicious barrier. Its going to take a little while for the scars, both mental and physical to heal. But for now he hides them behind masking smiles, and a polite attitude. As he plans to at first keep his distances from others as he seeks to find where he fits in, in the new Weyr.
Appearance: Still pale, his face slightly gaunt but this will soon return to normal thanks to his newly found voracious appetite. He still applies numbweed and bandages round his chest for the previously infected wound still troubles him.
((I plan to him to revert back to his baseline personality and appearance after a week or so, or after he’s settled in a bit.))
Name: S’en (Sarsen)
Age: 24 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Ex Wingsecond, a position both himself and Folth held for several turns, at least 4, If not more unofficially.
Appearance:
S’en’s hair is thick, mostly straight mouse brown, with traces of natural highlights from his time on watch. A trait he thinks came from his mother, but its hard to tell as his birth father’s had grown silver with age. His eyes are normal in size, almond in shape, lashes pail in colour, arched over by relatively normal brown brows. The eyes themselves are golden brown, one is slightly more golden than the other, which often isn’t clear unless seen in daylight.
He has a Medium/long, not too gaunt face. His brows aren’t overly heavy, his jaw line straight edged and angular. Here a slightly dusting of a beard can often be seen. His other features are also plain, not handsome but not ugly either. S’en has a medium straight bridged nose, dusting of pale freckles. His mouth is medium, pale dull pink, very non descript like most of his other features.
S’en is a medium/tall, 5’9”, with long fingers and features. Some of his fingers are bent slightly where he’s broken them over the past. His body itself is slim but not lean, with muscles of an athlete but more so in his arms than his legs. His skin is slightly tanned especially on his face and forearms.
His distinctive features: at the left corner of his chin, there’s a thick pale white scar and a second thin one running down his right cheek both gained in duels. On the inside of his left forearm there’s shallow white claw scars running from his elbow, down over his wrist and partially onto his palm. These were gained during Folth’s hatching as he reached out to catch the falling dragonling.
Personality:
In his youth he’d always been quiet and respectable, with a slight preference to spend time alone. But that soon changed with him becoming a candidate. At first the mass of girls and boys his own age had made him edgy, uneasy. But it wasn’t long before their open kindness made him switch from the expressionless and guarded lad, to the rider he became. For during the hatching he not only gained a life partner, who supported and cared for him. But he also gained a family, and a big one at that! From then on he was open, happy, and down to earth. Very sociable and supporting to all he knew.
S’en has a willingness to work hard and follow orders, without a hint of discrimination between colours or ranks. This a first this had given him trouble, for you couldn’t treat a Weyrwoman like you did a fellow dragon rider. Either way he eventually gained his footing as he fitted in well under a supportive Wingleader. His overall persona was one of a follower. But after time he gained confidence to think on his own feet, and served the Weyr well…or so he thought. In truth S’en is a simple man, with simple tastes and a trusting nature. Preferring peace to violence, and truth to lies. His only faults include a lack of confidence in himself, and the tendency to be too trusting at times.
Like his dragon he has a good head on his shoulders, and is often a good one to come to for advice or support. A rider through and through.
History:
Father: Seneth, brown rider of Falenth Wingleader in Eastern Weyr. A man well known for his many transfers, but his age and experience was always found to be useful in a new Weyr. S’en often used to see him around, but would often keep his distance.
Mother: Unknown. All he knows is she was a rider tragically lost after an accident.
Foster mother: Mariena “Mari”, 41, cook/midwife.
Foster siblings: J’kai of blue Hyinsinth (21). T’vine of green Pith (25). R’nide of white Querayth (19). Also Mina birth daughter of Mariena (14).
S’en was Weyr born, but like more young born of riders he was soon fostered, and brought up alongside other Weyrbrats. Out of his siblings he’d always be the quietest, (despite being second oldest), and could often be found helping Mari rather than getting into trouble like the others. After standing for 2 hatchings, he impressed on his third at 17 turns, at the same time as J’kai. This brought them closer after all the years and they often supported each other during the laborious training.
During the hatching itself, instinctively he’d reached out to catch the falling Folth. Whose talons despite being soft raked all the way down his left inner forearm. Between his tears of joy, and Folth’s panicking but hungry cries, the support of a random bronze rider was a great help to him at the time. In the years to come he never saw the man again, as he worked to prove himself under his fathers eyes.
At the age of 19 turns, he found himself as wingsecond under the same bronze rider that’d helped him at the hatching. The man offered him both support and all the training he needed, as well as a good friend and drinking partner. It was during these days that his birth father would occasionally speak with him, if only briefly, to offer advice. One of them included a warning to not trust his so called friend so much.
It was 5 turns later that he found out why. Whether it women or firelizard eggs, his friend started to get edgy, suspicious, but only when S’en was around. It was during this time he’d started to become suspicious himself. As there’d been an increasing number of thefts within the Weyr, and his friends dragon started to become more and more distant. Finally late one evening S’en confronted his friend as they sat alone on the beach, their dozing dragons beside them. At first all was well, then on the mention of missing firelizard eggs the bronze rider became edgy. If only to calm the man down S’en had placed a reassuring hand on the man’s shoulder, in the next instant he’d been slashed across his ribs. Their duel had been brief, both men sustaining injury, their dragons on their hind legs raging, talons bared close to blows…then within an instant it was over. As soon as Folth landed the first strike, patrol from the Weyr including the senior Queen surrounded them. It was over. Life as he knew it was over.
Soon after returning back to the Weyr under guard he fell ill, his blood infected with something that’d been on his friends blade. For months all he remembered was fevered nightmares, his fathers face, and the soothing voice of Folth. Unknown to him that his father struggled with his defence, as his so called friend spun a tight web of lies within the Weyr. Which didn’t help S’en’s case as the Weyr was already sympathetic towards his friend, as his bronze had lost an eye during Folth’s attack.
A month later the infection cleared much to the delight of only a select number within the Weyr. Including Folth, his foster mother and siblings, as well as the rare few that trusted his father. Once he was well enough to leave the bed a court was soon called. Lucky for him nobody could prove his guilt, so he was asked to transfer to another Weyr.
So with his features still as gray as Folth’s hide, he left the Weyr in a pitiful state. With packs filled with meagre belongings, a confused mind and a shattered trust. Initially he spent several days on distant beaches preferring only Folth’s company, until his father sought him out. Later that day he found himself flying to Dark Moon Weyr, under the reassurances that it was small and lacked such rogues as his ex Wingleader. This is where his story begins.
Pets: Bronze Firelizard Thon, male, less than a turn old.
Pet Appearance: A small bronze Firelizard, long limbed with a slim body. His smooth hide is dull bronze in colour with distinct golden/bronze patches. Those with a good eye can see that despite his age he will always be a small in size.
Pet Personality: A determined little flier whose always happy to prove himself despite getting confused on the occasion. S'en often comments that the little bronze has a big enough heart and fire to compensate for his small frame. Like any bronze he can be slightly haughty by nature, but otherwise he can often be found clinging onto or close to S'en. Due to his age he still demands feeding, but nowadays he only does so to distract S'en from whatever troubles him.
Pet History: Upon the finding of a new clutch, it was finally S'en's turn as Wingsecond to be presented his own. On that day a couple of Wingleaders had turned down the opportunity, allowing the Wingseconds to draw lots to win one of two eggs. It seemed luck was on S'en's side as he picked out a medium sized egg.
Upon first inspection it was at least a blue, if not a brown. But whatever colour S'en was content and honoured to have one. Much to his delight a sevenday later little Thon hatched a bronze!
Dragon: Brown Folth, 7 turns.
Dragon Appearance:
Folth is an average 32 feet mature brown, with a wide wingspan of 57 feet. As a dragonling the imbalance of larger wings had caused some problems, but none of that is seen now. With some training and maturity he’s agile like most browns, with strengths in gliding, quick take off and catching air currents. His weaknesses tends to be stamina, inability to fly during strong winds and inability to take off in tight spaces. But none of this really matters to the dragon who’s pretty content with his body shape and size. To date he’s never risen after a Queen.
His hide is pretty much the same colour as S’en’s hair, but instead of highlights he has distinct dark brown low tones. These are located at the tip of his snout, forelimbs, tail tip and underbelly. His talons are pale brown, his wing membranes a pale opaque ivory, the fingers of his wings a dark chocolate brown. Distinct markings include faint scarring of his left secondary mainsail, and pale claw marks near the tip of his tail.
Dragon Personality:
Very down to earth, caring and strangely thoughtful dragon. So much so that even with S’en he’s a dragon of few words, preferring instead to listen on things of interest. Despite this and his other quirks, he’s not a lazy dragon. He just prefers not to rush into things unless the occasion calls for it. Something he often instructs S’en to do as his rider could be rash, but he loves the man no less because of it.
If he had a choice he prefers sunning beside the young or the old, finding them of most interest. Or on the occasion alongside those of similar age. But despite his preferences he doesn’t discriminate between colour, and will willingly offer those of higher rank the respect required, (Even if others don’t offer it in return). Folth overall enjoys challenges, as much as a times of peace. But like all dragons when his rider is threatened or troubled he will becomes rash. Whatever the consequences.
The current S’en:
Personality: He plans to work hard and efficiently in the hope of regaining himself and Folth some pride that was lost after the attack. But despite this he’s very much like his younger self again, but more sensitive behind his suspicious barrier. Its going to take a little while for the scars, both mental and physical to heal. But for now he hides them behind masking smiles, and a polite attitude. As he plans to at first keep his distances from others as he seeks to find where he fits in, in the new Weyr.
Appearance: Still pale, his face slightly gaunt but this will soon return to normal thanks to his newly found voracious appetite. He still applies numbweed and bandages round his chest for the previously infected wound still troubles him.
((I plan to him to revert back to his baseline personality and appearance after a week or so, or after he’s settled in a bit.))
