Post by Missa on Jan 25, 2011 23:56:06 GMT -5
Candidate Application
Name: Fylanarch
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual [Unaware]
Rank: Green Weyrling
Appearance: First and foremost, Fylanarch is short. Barely reaching five feet and five inches (5'5") when he stretches out to his full length. So if he stands out in a crowd, it's generally because there is a noticeable dip in the general height. Despite that though, there is nothing about him that is "weak". Built with a stocky body, Fylanarch has a lean, whipcord type of strength that is easy to dismiss. For all that he looks small, Fylanarch walks with a strong, confident gait that allows him to look a little taller to others, even if it isn't the case. Fylanarch's height allows him his one true attribute that he tends to hold over others, and that is his speed. Extremely quick on his feet, Fylanarch has extraordinary reflexes minus the worry of if he will land on his head, covering his body with small nicks and scars that will remain forever. If it means in the end he can climb higher and run faster, then all is forgiven.
Fylanarch has rather typical colouring for a Pernese man; that is, he's dark. His skin is naturally dark, coloured a smooth brown colour that would remind people of Terran coffee if they knew it. On Pern though, this alone isn't all that outstanding. However, he's not just tanned - even in the dead of winter he'll maintain that dark coffee coloured skin, and the rest of him is generally dark too. His hair is long for a mans, able to brush his shoulders and be tied back ("when I can be bothered") and otherwise framing his face. Fylanarch's hair is true black, not that shade that some people refer to as black. In right sort of lighting, that slight tint of blue can be seen, that identifies his hair as black not black-brown.
Fylanarch's features are rather sharp and defined, softened usually by the fact that his hair usually blurs the edges that need that softening touch. Other wise, to some he may be handsome, but to others, he may not be. All a matter of perception. Fylanarch's face is made up of sharp angles and strong lines. Fylanarch's one outstanding feature is his eyes, not the shape or placing of them - for that is normal - but rather the colour. Fylanarch's eyes have a "liquid" appearance, in that there is no difference in colour between the iris and the pupil, leaving his eyes to seem almost depthless. For all that he can come across as intimidating, dark or forboding, those words very rarely have anything to do with Fylanarch.
Personality: Fylanarch's mouth is as quick as his feet, he rarely stops to think about what he's saying and instead will often sprout the first thing that comes to mind. He's intelligent and quick to learn new things, even if he doesn't always have the patience to keep at it and master the small things that he could do. Impulsive is one of the best words to describe this young man, he speaks before he thinks, and quite frequently, acts before he speaks. This is generally not a good combination and other candidates are encouraged not to try it at home. Fylanarch rarely thinks beyond the here and now - a frame of thought that has come from his trader days. Everything that he needs is right now, and thus planning doesn't often come into his thoughts. He'll deal with things as they come, and not before hand.
He comes across as a happy, playful young man. Quick to make friends and fitting easily into social situations. It's all a charade. Fylanarch is not generally open with people, he simply gives the illusion of openess with quick speech and witty comments, though he's often always amused, it's almost impossible to tell if he's just amused or if he's quietly mocking everyone around him. In another place, another time, he would probably have been a travelling player or a tinker. Fylanarch is an expert at playing roles, where he wants to fit in, he certainly can. He knows how to play the friendly trader, but he also knows the secret of keeping ones cards close to the chest. Underneath all his happy, easy-going roles, Fylanarch is a secretive young man, who detests sharing deeper thoughts with others. His attempts will usually be seen as playful, but inwardly, Fylanarch is hating every question about himself that is asked.
Fylanarch is one of those men that refuses to show pain of any kind. No matter how much he's hurting, he'll struggle to cover it up just so someone else can smile and move on. Just because he's travelled Pern and not really liked it all that much, does not mean that he's about to ruin the eye-opening experience of others. As such, Fylanarch is always expecting the worst of people, he believes everyone is exactly like him - just playing a role. He's a manipulative man, and will happily play up to different people according to which bonuses that will lend him in the future. And as a result, he expects everyone else to be the same as he is.
Trusting no one leaves Fylanarch in an interesting position, because when he does eventually trust, it's not a wholesome thing. It's easy to break, and hard to gain back. He has a certain amount of "it's okay, I trust", but once that tether is reached, he simply doesn't bother with it anymore. Once his trust is broken, Fylanarch is not above the nastiness that generally follows. He's good at spreading rumours and backstabbing talk, but avoids direct conflict - in those he'd lose.
If Fylanarch has any true redeeming qualities, it would be his loyalty and - perhaps - his possessiveness. Once a friend, Fylanarch will never leave that person, he'll always come when he's needed and do everything in his power to help that person. Whether it's against the rules or not. He has a habit of testing authority in these cases, but otherwise he's like a canine, he'll defend those he loves with whatever power he has. Fylanarch is also possessive, and loathes sharing anything that he believes is his, from objects to people. This possessiveness often extends to protectiveness and mothering concern. So if you do manage to get to know the secretive young man, you'll have a loyal friend to show for it.
Family: Fardal, 45 -- Father
Ylissa, 32 -- Mother
Narach, 10 -- Canine
Background: Fylanarch was born to a relatively well known trading caravan in Ista, his parents had tried for a while to get a child, and when they did the small but healthy boy seemed to complete their lives. Over the turns, Fylanarch was smart and quick to learn the aspects of his trade, along with driving everyone that worked with them absolutely mad. He was a skilled climber from the beginning, and from there, his love for movement and quick reflexes led to pranking. It became custom to double check the equipment, to check under the wagons and to know exactly where the boy was at all times, so no nasty surprises could be dumped upon them while travelling. Born to the craft he was, Fylanarch never knew that so many children in Pern never saw outside their own holds, never knew that he was actually a very lucky young man to see as much as he was.
By the time he was eight, Fylanarch wanted a steady home.
The desire only lasted a turn or so, but for that turn, Fylanarch's relationship with his parents became strained. He was an only child, and never had to fight for the last piece of the meal, never had to argue over who slept where, and in reality, he was a bit spoiled. Fylanarch wanted to stay in the one place - Ista. He wanted to live there and see people every day, instead of meeting and greeting so many folk that friends became a rarity and family became everything. The dynamics of their family - quick, sharp tongued Fylanarch, quiet and mocking Ylissa, and overbearing Fardal - became such that arguments were frequent, but then, so was every other wonder of having a close family.
His one best friend was the family canine, technically, he and the others were meant to guard the caravan, but Fylanarch adored the dark coloured canine enough that Narach rarely worked at all. If he worked, it was always close by Fylanarch, who took pleasure in teaching the canine new tricks and words, and left his parents time to think. At fifteen, Fylanarch realised something that would bother him for a good while. He'd seen the way his father looked at his mother, and the way she looked at him. Yet, when he looked at girls, he didn't feel anything. Some were funny, some were annoying, but Fylanarch realised very quickly that his reaction to them was somewhat out of the norm. It was then that he decided that there must be something the matter with him, and to fake it. He pretended to flirt with the odd lady that they met in the holds, and to his fathers delight, showed good taste in the women he chose. Never mind that Fylanarch wasn't interested in a single one. When news came of these so called "rebel" riders, claiming that Thread would come again, Fylanarch's interest greatened. The weyr was an unknown to him, and this news only strengthened the desire to know. There were rumours and some such everywhere, but Fylanarch was accoustemed to rumours, for all that they seemed strange, they were probably true.
Returning to Ista to restock supplies, Fylanarch's life will soon be on the move again.
Pets:
Name: Muddle
Species: Firelizard
Appearance
The first thing that one notices about this little guy is that he’s dark; it’s easy to mistake him for black, especially in poor lighting. His dark hide has an almost ‘glassy’ appearance, smooth and shining. Good light unleashes his true distinctiveness however, in the form of almost iridescent brilliance. His hide seems to come to life with gleaming gold, orange, and red tones that are impossible to overlook and make him seem as though he literally glitters in the light. Everything else about his appearance seems perfectly average… not that anyone would notice even if it wasn’t.
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Personality
It seems as though this brown doesn’t even realize there’s something different about him; attention from others is always appreciated but treated with a sort of mild confusion. It’s as if he can’t figure out what the fuss is about. A sweet-natured little flitter, he is always eager to help his bonded (or anyone else for that matter) in any task. Perhaps a little over-eager, as he has a tendency to muddle things up more than actually help in any way. He always has the best of intentions at heart though, and with proper training will turn out to be a rather useful little firelizard.
Dragon
Name: Amneoth
Age: Hatchling
Hatch Date: March 1256
Color: green ; 78A489
Out of: gold Itwasath
By: blue Kesmaroth
Redeemed from: Fort Weyr
Description: Amneoth is gorgeous. There's really no other words to describe this small green. Measuring in at just under 15 feet fully grown, this dragon is as delicate-looking as a figurine made of glass. Unlike many dragons from the Fortian lines, Amneoth is built sleekly, rather than bulky. She still bears the powerful bone-lines of her dam, though without the massive musculature, she instead ends up looking striking, with a prominent breastbone and shoulders. Her head is a traditional wedge, but since her throatlatch is small, she ends up looking far more equine than snake-like through her head and neck (think a well-bred draft runner). Her wingspan doesn't seem impressive at 18 feet, but when compared to her small 15 feet, her wings are quite wide indeed. Gliding will be no problem for this beauty, giving her more endurance than her size suggests. However, she's still tiny; agility is far more her strong suit than endurance.
Like her dam and granddam, Amneoth is stuck firmly in the "muddy" category of coloration. A soft green-grey, Amneoth is the color of new-growing ferns, covered in down, or perhaps the color of the ocean seen through the winter's sea-ice. In shadows, the green is more obvious, while in the light, Amneoth seems to pale to a dirtier greyish color. A short blaze in dark forest green marks her muzzle, wide at the bottom and rapidly trailing off into a narrow tip, almost perfectly triangular. Darker shades of grey-green mottle her sides, but are hardly noticeable. Her back-ridge is almost non-existent, looking more like scutes or scales along her back than actual ridges, in a darker grey-green than her hide, with a touch more green than grey. In the fog, she looks like a ghostly creature, and flying in the sea-fog is perhaps one of her favorite things. All in all, she remains quite a lovely and delicate creature -- the kind of dragon artists love to draw, color and all.
Personality: Amneoth does not like being the center of attention. She is a watcher, preferring to observe and know things than to control them or even be a part of them. This green loves to dance on the line between the known and unknown, and is somewhat obsessed with mystery and vagueness. Part of that she can't help -- being completely mute, save for being able to hiss and click, keeps her from vocalizing as many young dragons do. To heap insult onto injury, Amneoth finds words... difficult. It's not that she is stupid or slow; no, Amneoth is pointedly intelligent, even logical. Words just don't make sense to her. This dragon is exceedingly kinetic, so active verbs and for some reasons names stick with her quite well, but most nouns and non-active words just can't make sense to her. She is a doer, not a talker, and her communication is just as often in doing as it is in her pained attempts to make herself understood. Only Hers will be able to understand exactly what she's intending, and will likely have to translate.
Perhaps Amneoth's favorite thing is flying. Incredibly acrobatic, and with an innate sense for what the air is doing, this green is perhaps the most impressive thing the skies of Pern have ever seen, as far as maneuverability goes. From the earliest age, Amneoth has a sixth sense for the movement of the wind, such that she describes it as seeing the wind running. Her favorite places are high places, where she can feel the wind off of the sea and see everything below her. Her innate sense for the currents of the air make her an invaluable flier in both the dark and in the heavy sea fogs, as well as storms. She gets along best with dragons who don't require much in the way of words from her, but who love to chase through the winds. Amneoth will always be driven to succeed in acrobatics, and is quite likely to draw her rider into learning dangerous things quite before they are supposed to, and entirely without permission. That's the most fun way!
