Post by Neeq Machine on Feb 21, 2011 17:57:51 GMT -5
Name: Kaycy
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: bisexual
Position: Harper
Appearance: Though his mother and father are both light-haired, Kaycy takes after his sire – the obvious marker of him being a bastard child. Kaycy’s hair is black, and pin-straight. Though he tried to cut all his hair off when he was twelve, after being mocked by other children in the Hall, Kaycy’s mother intervened and the young man ended up growing his hair long, unashamed of his heritage. Past his hips now, Kaycy usually wears his hair intricately braided and pinned up, a process he redoes every three or four days. His skin is fair, and marked here and there with dark freckles. His nose is a sharp blade, and slightly feminine, but offset by narrow lips and a cleft chin. His eyes are very dark, nearly black, set deep under hardly arched brows. The total effect is pretty, rather than handsome – perhaps one of the reasons Kaycy has had far more male lovers than female.
Relatively tall, at 5’11”, Kaycy has a dragonrider’s build but not the bulk. Though muscular, he is somewhat wiry, and the gentle life of a harper has given him a softness that he will never manage to lose. His fingers are long, with calloused tips from playing instruments. His nails are always short and usually cracked at the tips, but what can a man do? Strings are hard on nails, as is glue and varnish. Kaycy tends to wear dark clothing, preferring winter colors such as dark blue, silver, steel-grey, and black. He feels that bright colors wash him out, but occasionally can be seen in warmer tones – usually browns, teals, maroon, or burgundy. Unusually, Kaycy’s ears are both pierced, and he often wears earbobs.
Personality: People usually write Kaycy off as being reclusive or unfriendly. It’s somewhat true, in that Kaycy finds it difficult to make close friends. He regards most people as being acquaintances or coworkers and only has a few close friends, one of which is his cousin Lokin. When questioned, he can’t really give a straight answer for why this is, save that he has very high standards for those he lets into his heart’s circle. Of course, that’s not surprising: Kaycy is a complete and total perfectionist, with a reputation at the Harper Hall for being impossible to work with and a reputation at the Gathers for having some of the finest journeyman wares out there.
Kaycy’s professional face is just that: professional. He is cool, distant, and quite in control all the time. He dislikes being without power and will chafe when he feels that others are holding him back. With his friends, however, he can finally relax, preferring just to cool his heels for a while and forget about all his duties for a few hours before returning to them. He is a driven individual, but knows how to laugh, and his coping mechanisms are usually making light of things until they piss him off, in which case he plays music and hides from everyone for a while before he starts throwing his fists through walls.
Family:
Sire: Il’ryn of blue Gilgareth
Father: Cyatan (deceased)
Mother: Netrika, JM Harper
…Aunt: Bernat, JM Harper
…Uncle: Rarsh, M Harper
…Cousin (f): Narshi, JM Beastcrafter
…Cousin (f): Lokin, JM Harper, ex-dragonrider
…Cousin (m): Torran, JM Minecrafter
Brother: Trikatan, Farmcrafter
History: Kaycy was born as Kalryn in Igen Weyr, to a 20-something journeyman harper named Netrika. Her lover was a man named Il’ryn, a bluerider who wouldn’t wed her but cheerfully took her as his weyrmate. Her second son was born a mere year later, and named Trikil. But no sooner had Netrika given birth than her weyrmate grew tired of the company of squalling children, and decided to move on, leaving Netrika shocked and without anyone to turn to. She returned to the Harper Hall with her children in tow.
Netrika didn’t want her children to be raised fatherless, particularly outside of a Weyr, and entered into a marriage of convenience with a man she had trained with, one Cyatan. Cyatan was a good man, and kind, and he had loved Netrika since they had been apprentices together at the Harper Hall. Netrika renamed her children to Kaycy and Trikatan for Cyatan’s sake, for she soon learned to love him and to love working at the Hall itself, instead of out in the world. It was only natural that Kaycy and Trikatan would be raised together with the little cousins who also lived at the Hall, and Kaycy and his cousin Lokin soon became fast friends.
At nine, Kaycy entered into apprenticeship at the Hall. His interest in music had always been obvious, and it was time. Trikatan, on the other hand, went out to live with Cyatan’s parents, who were both farmcrafters. The young boy was always messing with plants, and his parents felt it would be a good gesture to the family, who had not approved of Cyatan wedding a woman with two bastard children, particularly when he had not had any children of his own by her. Kaycy excelled in his chosen craft, specializing in woodwork and the music of the cello. He missed Lokin when she was Searched, but had plenty to do learning harpering. It wasn’t until Lokin was returned to the Hall two Turns later, a wrecked woman who had lost her dragon, that Kaycy’s studies slowed.
Kaycy was one of the few people Lokin would allow around her, and he made himself a nuisance, preventing her from committing suicide multiple times. Rumors even fluttered about that he intended to wed her, though that had never been on his mind. It wasn’t until more than two Turns later that Lokin was stable enough that Kaycy felt he could spend more time away from her. A Turn later, he was made a journeyman at 20, and said his farewells to Lokin as he headed to a small hold near High Reaches Hold to conduct his first journey. They would keep in touch, he promised, and he kept his promise, keeping a written correspondence with her.
He loved Tower Hold, and the work he had here – though he spent near as much time teaching the simple songs and drum-beats to the children as he did playing beautiful pieces and composing for the holders. Then, he got a terrible note: Lokin had vanished. Nobody knew where she was. He sought (and gained) permission to return to the Harper Hall – only to be intercepted with a dragonrider. Lokin was with them, he was informed, and had requested he come as well. About to refuse, Kaycy remembered what Lokin had been like when she first returned from the Weyr. He couldn’t let that happen to her again, and so he went with the rider, effectively disappearing himself.
Trial by Fire Egg. blue
Name: Winzerith
Age: Hatchling
Hatch Date: March 1256
Color: blue ; 000033
Out of: Beaumantoth
By: Durrith
Redeemed from: Telgar Weyr
Description: The very first thing people will notice about Winzerith is his size. When he first hatches, he’ll be the size of an average brown, which will wow everyone who sees him. However, it won’t last; by the time he’s fully grown, he will only be on the large side of average for his color. Perhaps he simply got a head start on his growth while in the egg. Whatever the cause for his abnormally large size at hatching, his growth throughout weyrlinghood will seem rather slow in comparison to his clutchmates. But never fear, he will grow up to be as healthy as any blue ever was. His build is painfully average, neither long nor short, bulky nor slim. The only thing worth commenting about will be his wings; only they will seem to keep their enormous size.
Following closely on the heels of his size, this blue has a very unique color. He is a deep, dark blue that can be mistaken for black in poor light. It certainly throws people for a moment when they first lay eyes on him. When he’s in bright light however, the truth comes out. Winzerith is rather breathtaking, as his hide comes to life. It seems to sparkle and shine in bright light, which brings out a gorgeous shade of vivid, dark cerulean in his skin. It really borders on ‘electric’ blue. His hide doesn’t really have any notable markings, but with the color alone, he doesn’t need any to stand out.
Personality: Calm and unobtrusive, this blue will always be a steady, guiding personality. Nigh unflappable is Winzerith, with patience that could wear out stone itself. He is neither easily excited nor overly enthused about anything. Ever. He takes it upon himself to judge every person, every situation, and every thing from as many angles and usually as objectively as possible. This makes this blue very exacting and precise. He is very big on fairness, always concerned about why things are the way they are, and the fairness (or lack thereof) of life in general. It’s really quite a daunting question for a dragon of any color: why is life unfair? Why do some people have more than others? Why does it seem as if some people were destined to be fate’s punching bag, while others have it made easy?
Although he is prone to getting lost in thought, Winzerith is not necessarily any smarter than his peers. He’s simply a little more diligent, and certainly more philosophical. When he isn’t pondering the meaning of life, he is a pleasant enough fellow, greeting others (humans and dragons alike) with a hearty hello or an amiable croon. Despite his friendly nature though, it’s rare for him to bespeak anyone other than his rider. He will do it, but only if he feels he has something vital to say to someone else that is best not left to a ‘middleman’.
While he does seem somewhat scatterbrained and distant, and for all that he is notoriously unbiased in most things, there is one thing that Winzerith is definitely biased about: his rider. This blue will never leave His wanting for affection or craving companionship. He will always be a steadfast companion, a reliable partner, and a loyal friend. He readily adopts the adage that a friend of his rider’s is a friend of his, and any such friends will be treated to the same affection and loyalty that His is privy to. All in all, Winzerith is a rather noble and admirable beast. Even if he is “just a blue”.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: bisexual
Position: Harper
Appearance: Though his mother and father are both light-haired, Kaycy takes after his sire – the obvious marker of him being a bastard child. Kaycy’s hair is black, and pin-straight. Though he tried to cut all his hair off when he was twelve, after being mocked by other children in the Hall, Kaycy’s mother intervened and the young man ended up growing his hair long, unashamed of his heritage. Past his hips now, Kaycy usually wears his hair intricately braided and pinned up, a process he redoes every three or four days. His skin is fair, and marked here and there with dark freckles. His nose is a sharp blade, and slightly feminine, but offset by narrow lips and a cleft chin. His eyes are very dark, nearly black, set deep under hardly arched brows. The total effect is pretty, rather than handsome – perhaps one of the reasons Kaycy has had far more male lovers than female.
Relatively tall, at 5’11”, Kaycy has a dragonrider’s build but not the bulk. Though muscular, he is somewhat wiry, and the gentle life of a harper has given him a softness that he will never manage to lose. His fingers are long, with calloused tips from playing instruments. His nails are always short and usually cracked at the tips, but what can a man do? Strings are hard on nails, as is glue and varnish. Kaycy tends to wear dark clothing, preferring winter colors such as dark blue, silver, steel-grey, and black. He feels that bright colors wash him out, but occasionally can be seen in warmer tones – usually browns, teals, maroon, or burgundy. Unusually, Kaycy’s ears are both pierced, and he often wears earbobs.
Personality: People usually write Kaycy off as being reclusive or unfriendly. It’s somewhat true, in that Kaycy finds it difficult to make close friends. He regards most people as being acquaintances or coworkers and only has a few close friends, one of which is his cousin Lokin. When questioned, he can’t really give a straight answer for why this is, save that he has very high standards for those he lets into his heart’s circle. Of course, that’s not surprising: Kaycy is a complete and total perfectionist, with a reputation at the Harper Hall for being impossible to work with and a reputation at the Gathers for having some of the finest journeyman wares out there.
Kaycy’s professional face is just that: professional. He is cool, distant, and quite in control all the time. He dislikes being without power and will chafe when he feels that others are holding him back. With his friends, however, he can finally relax, preferring just to cool his heels for a while and forget about all his duties for a few hours before returning to them. He is a driven individual, but knows how to laugh, and his coping mechanisms are usually making light of things until they piss him off, in which case he plays music and hides from everyone for a while before he starts throwing his fists through walls.
Family:
Sire: Il’ryn of blue Gilgareth
Father: Cyatan (deceased)
Mother: Netrika, JM Harper
…Aunt: Bernat, JM Harper
…Uncle: Rarsh, M Harper
…Cousin (f): Narshi, JM Beastcrafter
…Cousin (f): Lokin, JM Harper, ex-dragonrider
…Cousin (m): Torran, JM Minecrafter
Brother: Trikatan, Farmcrafter
History: Kaycy was born as Kalryn in Igen Weyr, to a 20-something journeyman harper named Netrika. Her lover was a man named Il’ryn, a bluerider who wouldn’t wed her but cheerfully took her as his weyrmate. Her second son was born a mere year later, and named Trikil. But no sooner had Netrika given birth than her weyrmate grew tired of the company of squalling children, and decided to move on, leaving Netrika shocked and without anyone to turn to. She returned to the Harper Hall with her children in tow.
Netrika didn’t want her children to be raised fatherless, particularly outside of a Weyr, and entered into a marriage of convenience with a man she had trained with, one Cyatan. Cyatan was a good man, and kind, and he had loved Netrika since they had been apprentices together at the Harper Hall. Netrika renamed her children to Kaycy and Trikatan for Cyatan’s sake, for she soon learned to love him and to love working at the Hall itself, instead of out in the world. It was only natural that Kaycy and Trikatan would be raised together with the little cousins who also lived at the Hall, and Kaycy and his cousin Lokin soon became fast friends.
At nine, Kaycy entered into apprenticeship at the Hall. His interest in music had always been obvious, and it was time. Trikatan, on the other hand, went out to live with Cyatan’s parents, who were both farmcrafters. The young boy was always messing with plants, and his parents felt it would be a good gesture to the family, who had not approved of Cyatan wedding a woman with two bastard children, particularly when he had not had any children of his own by her. Kaycy excelled in his chosen craft, specializing in woodwork and the music of the cello. He missed Lokin when she was Searched, but had plenty to do learning harpering. It wasn’t until Lokin was returned to the Hall two Turns later, a wrecked woman who had lost her dragon, that Kaycy’s studies slowed.
Kaycy was one of the few people Lokin would allow around her, and he made himself a nuisance, preventing her from committing suicide multiple times. Rumors even fluttered about that he intended to wed her, though that had never been on his mind. It wasn’t until more than two Turns later that Lokin was stable enough that Kaycy felt he could spend more time away from her. A Turn later, he was made a journeyman at 20, and said his farewells to Lokin as he headed to a small hold near High Reaches Hold to conduct his first journey. They would keep in touch, he promised, and he kept his promise, keeping a written correspondence with her.
He loved Tower Hold, and the work he had here – though he spent near as much time teaching the simple songs and drum-beats to the children as he did playing beautiful pieces and composing for the holders. Then, he got a terrible note: Lokin had vanished. Nobody knew where she was. He sought (and gained) permission to return to the Harper Hall – only to be intercepted with a dragonrider. Lokin was with them, he was informed, and had requested he come as well. About to refuse, Kaycy remembered what Lokin had been like when she first returned from the Weyr. He couldn’t let that happen to her again, and so he went with the rider, effectively disappearing himself.
Trial by Fire Egg. blue
Name: Winzerith
Age: Hatchling
Hatch Date: March 1256
Color: blue ; 000033
Out of: Beaumantoth
By: Durrith
Redeemed from: Telgar Weyr
Description: The very first thing people will notice about Winzerith is his size. When he first hatches, he’ll be the size of an average brown, which will wow everyone who sees him. However, it won’t last; by the time he’s fully grown, he will only be on the large side of average for his color. Perhaps he simply got a head start on his growth while in the egg. Whatever the cause for his abnormally large size at hatching, his growth throughout weyrlinghood will seem rather slow in comparison to his clutchmates. But never fear, he will grow up to be as healthy as any blue ever was. His build is painfully average, neither long nor short, bulky nor slim. The only thing worth commenting about will be his wings; only they will seem to keep their enormous size.
Following closely on the heels of his size, this blue has a very unique color. He is a deep, dark blue that can be mistaken for black in poor light. It certainly throws people for a moment when they first lay eyes on him. When he’s in bright light however, the truth comes out. Winzerith is rather breathtaking, as his hide comes to life. It seems to sparkle and shine in bright light, which brings out a gorgeous shade of vivid, dark cerulean in his skin. It really borders on ‘electric’ blue. His hide doesn’t really have any notable markings, but with the color alone, he doesn’t need any to stand out.
Personality: Calm and unobtrusive, this blue will always be a steady, guiding personality. Nigh unflappable is Winzerith, with patience that could wear out stone itself. He is neither easily excited nor overly enthused about anything. Ever. He takes it upon himself to judge every person, every situation, and every thing from as many angles and usually as objectively as possible. This makes this blue very exacting and precise. He is very big on fairness, always concerned about why things are the way they are, and the fairness (or lack thereof) of life in general. It’s really quite a daunting question for a dragon of any color: why is life unfair? Why do some people have more than others? Why does it seem as if some people were destined to be fate’s punching bag, while others have it made easy?
Although he is prone to getting lost in thought, Winzerith is not necessarily any smarter than his peers. He’s simply a little more diligent, and certainly more philosophical. When he isn’t pondering the meaning of life, he is a pleasant enough fellow, greeting others (humans and dragons alike) with a hearty hello or an amiable croon. Despite his friendly nature though, it’s rare for him to bespeak anyone other than his rider. He will do it, but only if he feels he has something vital to say to someone else that is best not left to a ‘middleman’.
While he does seem somewhat scatterbrained and distant, and for all that he is notoriously unbiased in most things, there is one thing that Winzerith is definitely biased about: his rider. This blue will never leave His wanting for affection or craving companionship. He will always be a steadfast companion, a reliable partner, and a loyal friend. He readily adopts the adage that a friend of his rider’s is a friend of his, and any such friends will be treated to the same affection and loyalty that His is privy to. All in all, Winzerith is a rather noble and admirable beast. Even if he is “just a blue”.
