Post by T'orin on May 27, 2011 12:36:11 GMT -5
Rider Application
Name:Tellomorin (T'orin)
Age:22
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank:Green Rider
Appearance: Tellomorin isn't a tall man, and he isn't a short man either. He stands probably about 5'5" and his body is lithe and wiry.He isn't what you would call ripped, but every inch of his lean body is muscle, toned and even muscle that looks like it goes with his bone structure. He is a little bony in places, like his sharp, protruding hip bones and his high, arrogant cheeks. He looks like he should be an aristocrat, wide brow, high cheek bones and a straight, long nose. He isn't what you would call classically handsome either, but there is just something about the intensity of his face that draws you in.
He isn't a broad shouldered, manly looking guy- really he is rather feminine looking. Narrow shoulders, narrow waist, slightly curved hips. his fully, pouting lips are a masculine gays dream come true- shaped liked a perfect cupids bow. His hair was a lovely honey blonde when he was born, but his time in the sun and a few "tricks of the trade" have lightened it to an almost white blonde. Normally he would keep it long, but since he became a rider he keeps it cropped short. Long enough to still do that whole "messy but hot" sort of look when not under a riding helmet, but short enough to manage.
You might think his eyes would be stereotypical blue since he is a blonde, but instead they are a ravishing hazel. Green blended irresistably with chocolate brown to form a quite enchanting color. His whole self screams sensuality, and he gets it from his mother.
Personality: T'orin is a little bit conceited to be honest. he looks good and he knows it. That isn't really a good thing but it's a fact of life. To top it off, he is also quite shallow when it comes to his men. A mating flight is one thing- you can't help those, but to go to bed with an ugly guy on purpose? Who would do such a thing. He isn't a bad guy- he's really rather nice, but he holds his standards high when it comes to relationships. When he's in the air on his dragon, he is professional and courteous- the same as when addressing someone of higher rank, or even of lower rank if it is something official. But when it is just whatever, or just him and his friends, he is the most girly sort of man you could imagine.
With his friends he will giggle, talk clothes and boys- whatever you would like. So obviously most of his friends are of the female gender. He doesn't want to be a girl- he very much enjoys being a man. he just enjoys being the "girl". While he is explosive and funny, enjoying being random and and gossiping with his friends, he is loyal and will get his jobs done- even if he complains through the whole thing. He doesn't do the whole drama thing, and if you're his friend you are innocent until proven guilty.
Tellomorin will talk to almost any body, it doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, he'll be your friend. He is a warm, enigmatic sort of person that draws people to him. He is NOT a good secret keeper, even though he tries to be. To describe him in a word would be Catty.
Family:
Kimora---Mother--Harper (Deceased)
Telmar---Father--Beastcrafter(MIA)
Tilkimar---Half Brother--Beastcrafter
Telamora(T'mora)---Twin Sister--Dragonrider--Green Liianith
Background:Tellomorin was born on the road- not a pleasant place to be born in the least, but at least he was inside of a caravan. His mother was a harper and traveled frequently to different small holds all over pern for different reasons. She was a Journeyman was in effect, traveling everywhere. While traveling with a group of traders, she met a man named Telmar- he was a beastcrafter and was moving a herd of beasts to be sold. She was quite enamored with him- not knowing he was already married and had a mostly grown son at home. He fell in with the traders for a few days and needless to say they got..."close". And when it was time to leave, he left without a backwards glance. Rather than being saddened or distraught, Kimora got angry. She got angry at men in general and when she found out she was pregnant, she knew she was going to do it alone, and gladly.
She was still traveling when her children were born, though she was on her way back to the harper hall. In the back of that wagon with the women around her, his mother gave him life. His sister was born first, icey blonde and perfectly pretty. Then came Tellomorin,tiny and pink and honeyed blonde, his mother loved him instantly. True to tradition, she gave them names combined of hers and their fathers, but why even she didn't know. Sadly, his mother grew ill with a fever soon after her infant twins were born and never made it back to the harper hall.
Traders are fair folk- and so they cared for the twins as best they could. But they were also poor folk, and two more mouths to feed were a lot more than they sounded like. So as soon as they came across a dragonrider, snoozing against the warm hide of his brown dragon, they sold the pair of them for some skins of good Benden wine. Now, this rider obviously hadn't thought this one through- how in the world was he supposed to transport two infants a dragon back without the warm skins to keep them safe between? And did he really want to take them to such a place as Benden Weyr had become? Not really, but who else was going to keep these infants?
So he stopped the traders and bought as much leather and warm wool as they would sell him for what he had and fashioned a sort of fur lined saddle bag on the back of his dragon. Securing the two infants inside, he mounted his dragon and prayed as they ventured between. The rider, who was called K'lan raised the two as best he could, and they were treated well by him, though it became their responsibility to scrub and oil his dragons hide and tidy up they weyr. They didn't mind, they were fed, clothed and kept safe from the corrupt side of Benden Weyr. K'lan educated them himself, from the many books he had collected- for all of being a dragon rider, he was a scholar at heart. His quiet brown dragon, Ezzmith also taught them, though about Dragon history and how to care for a dragon. They were honored that he allowed them to "hear" him.
When they were twelve, they stood on the sands together, they're hands tightly intertwined. By that time T'orin knew he was gay and nobody cared. his sister was his best friend...his only friend and they latched onto each other with a fierceness. And again, as every year they were passed by- ignored by the dragonets fumbling madly across the hot sand, their feet burning in their sandals, arms and legs cut and marred simply for not being the right person. Tears streaked down their nearly identical faces, and they held each other as baby dragonlings threw themselves between rather than choose them.
Eventually, they gave up hope. They branched out, made friends and began to learn things. Or at least his sister did. She began to take an interest in being a harper, and studied as much as she could on her own. If she had not Impressed, she would be a harper now I presume. T'orin on the other hand, went a little wild. Putting himself in the middle of mating flights to latch onto the riders whose dragons weren't chosen and took to drinking a little bit.
That final day, in the late afternoon when he dragons began to hum and the young candidates rushed to the hatching sands, Tellomorin and Tellamora trudged wearily behind them, going really only to please their aging guardian. By now they were twenty years old and still living in his weyr, caring for him in his old age. They knew it pained him, to watch from the stands as they were rejected each year and they didn't understand why he kept insisting they try.Until that day, when as the youngsters were chosen they again stood together, fingers intertwined. True to form, Tellamora was chosen first, by a bright, bright grass green dragon with a forest green stripe from nose to tail tip. He was dismayed when his hand was released and his sister flung herself at the bawling dragonet. Tears began to fall i n earnest as he was in effect left behind by his only family.
Then came the voice, a querelous voice in the back of his mind. "Why are you crying when I am here?" And that is how it began. His desperately hungry dragon was staring up at him from a heap in the sand, her eyes whirling a violent bright red and hungry cries were spilling from her maw.
They were together at Benden for two whole years, doing mostly a whole lot of nothing. Elderly K'lan and Ezzmith taught them what the weyrling master would not as best they could, but they did not know as much as they would have liked. When talk of thread came up, his sister laughed it off, her dragon more of a spoiled pet. As while Kerranth is quite spoiled, she knew her purpose. When T'orin would have ignored it in favor of an easier topic, she forced him to listen and one day, she took them away, making the decision for him since he could not, and here they are at hidden.
Pets:N/A
Dragon
Name: Kerranth
Age:2
Color:Green
Appearance: Kerranth reaches about 15 feet from nose to tail tip, she is tiny but mighty! Her body is slender and porportionate, each part small and dainty looking. She is a graceful beast, with each part of her flowing easily into the next like a harpers song. The small dished, equine shaped head flowing into her long, gracefully arched neck, slender yet muscled body, with narrow, quick wings and a playfully whipping tail that is just long enough to curl around her hind legs. True to her color she agile and quick, darting from here to there, seeming as if she is a ballet dancer, piroueting around the sky.
Her color is a rich emerald green, deep and full that gets darker at her tail tip, her toes and the end of her muzzle. This darkening from emeral to forest causes her talons to be black, or so you would think. In reality they are such a dark green that they appear black to the eye. Her teeth however, are pearlescant ivory, as one would expect a dragons fangs to be.
All over her body are splashes of a cool olive green that are different shapes and sizes. One splash never overlaps another, so in between there is always emerald. her bone structure is refined, and the bones in her face are easy to see, but everywhere else she is fleshy enough to hide them.Her muzzle is suprisingly long for the size of her head, but it is dished and tapering, so it doesn't really look out of place.
Personality: Kerranth is every bit as arrogant as her rider, she knows she is a lovely beast and she isn't afraid to flaunt it for any and every big strong male dragon. She isn't a gossiper and she is a lot more fair than her rider. In essence, she is his balance, his compliment, and he himself in another body. She will keep a secret to her grave and often has to remind him of what he is not supposed to be sharing. More dedicated to her work than her rider, her takes his complaints in stride, reminding him often that hard work is good for his ab muscles and keeps him looking fit. She is charming and can sweet talk you into just about anything and she uses it to her chosens advantage at times.
She knows what she was made for, that thread is coming and she is a hard working dragon and must often be reminded to rest when she is trying to learn something. She doesn't uunderstand why she cannot chew firestone while every other green can. She is growing increasingly frustrated.
Anything else? I want her to be fertile, if you think my profile is good enough. Thank you for looking! *Crosses fingers*
