Post by Faerie Fyre on Mar 18, 2010 0:27:17 GMT -5
Character[/b]
Name: V'quor
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Rank: Wingleader
Mutation: Crystal creation. When he concentrates, he can make a spherical crystal ball materialize between his fingertips. Sometimes, he can see present occurences in the crystal, but this is very tiring, and he doesn't put much faith in what he sees. What he uses this ability most for is to watch a certain young woman currently residing at Fort Weyr.
Location: Skysong Weyr
Appearance:
Though V'quor started out as a nobody, you would be hard pressed to discover any trace of his heritage in his current appearance. His dark blond hair is cropped short in the manner of a rider, and he carries himself with the full knowledge of the dignity owed to the station of bronze rider. He dresses like a Lord Holder with elaborate doublets, embroidered tunics, and tooled leather boots. Someone along the line told him that he looked best in darker shades of green and blue, as they did not provide too much contrast between his clothes and his sun-weathered skin.
Some find his eyes to be odd, and rightly so. He was born with two blue eyes, but when Thread fell, he neglected to grab his eye protectors. He managed to catch ash in his right eye, rendering it nearly useless. He does not wear an eyepatch, but he does tend to favor his right side.
Personality:
Haughty and noble, this bronze rider knows exactly what respect is due his station. Even though the bronze male is no longer the largest one available to Fly the queen, he acts as though he is still the highest rank, just beneath the Weyrleader, of course. And to a certain extent, he's right. Bronzes remain valuable to the weyr, even if there are fewer of them when compared to the newer silvers and crimsons.
History:
Born Valquor, the child of a kitchen maid of fifteen Turns, and a beast crafter of twenty-seven at Fort Hold, this rider started life as the child of drudges. His mother proceeded to have three more children, no two by the same man. Valquor was put to work in the stables at a young age, working mainly with runnerbeasts. To this day, he remains skillful with the creatures, though none could replace his Lyrath.
It was a fine thing to be chosen on Search, particularly when one had no prominent background to suggest such an august privilege. Even more so when one Impresses. Impressing bronze, with no family history of dragon riding, was even more impressive.
So imagine Valquor's shock to find himself beneath a starving bronze hatchling who creeled pitifully!
Your Lyrath needs to eat. Now.
And just like that, nobody Valquor became the bronze rider V'quor, a man to watch. He was only seventeen when he Impressed his Lyrath, but once he had gained the status that came with riding bronze, his ambition showed. He climbed through the ranks of Fort's wing, earning himself the position of Wingsecond by the time he had been Impressed five Turns. With that station came the opportunity to gain a fire lizard egg – this turned out to be green Crystal.
Thread fell, and with it, came the horrible stuff that came to be known as Acid. V'quor daily curses both Stars for that they took from him. The Red Star took one eye, but the Green Star, the Green Star took everything. When he recovered from the fever, he discovered that he could conjure clear crystal spheres by drawing his fingertips together. Weyrwoman Valoryn, whom he had served faithfully for Turns, declared him an abomination.
Just like that, he found himself with a weyr, without a weyrmate, and without a job. He went to Skysong Weyr to help those who had Impressed the mutant dragons hatched from queen Amaranth's clutch. They gave him the title of Wingleader, and with that new title, enough rank that attaching one of the mutant lizard colors – Jade, it became known as – was not comment worthy.
He lost everything in one, cruel blow, and he wants his old life back. He knows that isn't likely, but he still remembers his days at Fort, and wishes.
Anything else you want to add: Just for Ame!
Impressed[/b]
Dragon Name: Lyrath
Dragon Color: Bronze
Brief Personality: Highly protective, Lyrath cannot be held back when his weyr is imperiled. In fact, he could be considered the guard of the weyr, particularly when there is a clutch on the Sands.
Anything else you want to add: Color Code - CC9900
Firelizard Name: Maze
Firelizard Color: Jade
Anything else you want to add:
Firelizard Name: Crystal
Firelizard Color: Green
Anything else you want to add:
Sample Post:
Morning, Val.
“Good morning, Lyrath. How did you sleep?”
Fairly well, as did yourself. Ready for the day?
The bronzerider commonly known as V'quor grinned widely as he sat up. Considering his rank, his room was not luxurious by most standards, but it was adequate for his purposes. He swung his legs over the side of his bed the way apprentices do when they know that something special is coming, and stood up with a similar bounce. Such acts seemed to be at odds with the man's age, considering that he was well into his fourth decade. Then it is remembered that he is, after all, as fit as a rider.
“Of course! The Hatching should start today, you know.”
That accounts for your unusual exuberance.
V'quor nodded before heading for the bathing chamber. It just wasn't a proper start to the morning without a cleansing bath! As he sudsed up with a handful of sweetsand, Wingleader V'quor allowed himself to remember hatchings past, particularly the one during which he had Impressed his Lyrath. The Sands would be hot, and the candidates would sweat heavily as heat attacked them from above and below. He would sit near the Weyrleaders, flanked by his Wingseconds. The candidates would be absolutely terrified as they approached amethyst Zarinth, and the entire Grounds would hold their collective breath until the first egg hatched successfully.
And you are not concerned that For might make a move? Amaranth's does not like the new dragons.
“Senior Weyrwoman Valoryn does not like many things. Ourselves, among them, you might remember.”
For a moment, his natural joy at the imminent Hatching was swamped with old bitterness founded when Acid stripped him of his entire life. His eyes darkened with remembered hate, and he found his hands curling into fists.
And this is why you must forget about our lives at Fort. You will not be of much use when your thoughts are clouded like this.
“True, true.”
V'quor made a visible effort to relax, then let himself sink into the deep bath until he had to hold his breath. Once he was certain he was in control of himself, he surfaced, and inhaled deeply.
“Don't remind me, then. You know how it upsets me!”
The mutated rider lifted one hand free of the water, and willed a spherical crystal into being between the pads of his fingers. He gazed into it intently before tossing it aside. Nothing.
Get dressed, Wingleader, and go down to breakfast.
Ignoring the intact crystal on the other side of the stone floors, V'quor did just that.
Name: V'quor
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Rank: Wingleader
Mutation: Crystal creation. When he concentrates, he can make a spherical crystal ball materialize between his fingertips. Sometimes, he can see present occurences in the crystal, but this is very tiring, and he doesn't put much faith in what he sees. What he uses this ability most for is to watch a certain young woman currently residing at Fort Weyr.
Location: Skysong Weyr
Appearance:
Though V'quor started out as a nobody, you would be hard pressed to discover any trace of his heritage in his current appearance. His dark blond hair is cropped short in the manner of a rider, and he carries himself with the full knowledge of the dignity owed to the station of bronze rider. He dresses like a Lord Holder with elaborate doublets, embroidered tunics, and tooled leather boots. Someone along the line told him that he looked best in darker shades of green and blue, as they did not provide too much contrast between his clothes and his sun-weathered skin.
Some find his eyes to be odd, and rightly so. He was born with two blue eyes, but when Thread fell, he neglected to grab his eye protectors. He managed to catch ash in his right eye, rendering it nearly useless. He does not wear an eyepatch, but he does tend to favor his right side.
Personality:
Haughty and noble, this bronze rider knows exactly what respect is due his station. Even though the bronze male is no longer the largest one available to Fly the queen, he acts as though he is still the highest rank, just beneath the Weyrleader, of course. And to a certain extent, he's right. Bronzes remain valuable to the weyr, even if there are fewer of them when compared to the newer silvers and crimsons.
History:
Born Valquor, the child of a kitchen maid of fifteen Turns, and a beast crafter of twenty-seven at Fort Hold, this rider started life as the child of drudges. His mother proceeded to have three more children, no two by the same man. Valquor was put to work in the stables at a young age, working mainly with runnerbeasts. To this day, he remains skillful with the creatures, though none could replace his Lyrath.
It was a fine thing to be chosen on Search, particularly when one had no prominent background to suggest such an august privilege. Even more so when one Impresses. Impressing bronze, with no family history of dragon riding, was even more impressive.
So imagine Valquor's shock to find himself beneath a starving bronze hatchling who creeled pitifully!
Your Lyrath needs to eat. Now.
And just like that, nobody Valquor became the bronze rider V'quor, a man to watch. He was only seventeen when he Impressed his Lyrath, but once he had gained the status that came with riding bronze, his ambition showed. He climbed through the ranks of Fort's wing, earning himself the position of Wingsecond by the time he had been Impressed five Turns. With that station came the opportunity to gain a fire lizard egg – this turned out to be green Crystal.
Thread fell, and with it, came the horrible stuff that came to be known as Acid. V'quor daily curses both Stars for that they took from him. The Red Star took one eye, but the Green Star, the Green Star took everything. When he recovered from the fever, he discovered that he could conjure clear crystal spheres by drawing his fingertips together. Weyrwoman Valoryn, whom he had served faithfully for Turns, declared him an abomination.
Just like that, he found himself with a weyr, without a weyrmate, and without a job. He went to Skysong Weyr to help those who had Impressed the mutant dragons hatched from queen Amaranth's clutch. They gave him the title of Wingleader, and with that new title, enough rank that attaching one of the mutant lizard colors – Jade, it became known as – was not comment worthy.
He lost everything in one, cruel blow, and he wants his old life back. He knows that isn't likely, but he still remembers his days at Fort, and wishes.
Anything else you want to add: Just for Ame!
Impressed[/b]
Dragon Name: Lyrath
Dragon Color: Bronze
Brief Personality: Highly protective, Lyrath cannot be held back when his weyr is imperiled. In fact, he could be considered the guard of the weyr, particularly when there is a clutch on the Sands.
Anything else you want to add: Color Code - CC9900
Firelizard Name: Maze
Firelizard Color: Jade
Anything else you want to add:
Firelizard Name: Crystal
Firelizard Color: Green
Anything else you want to add:
Sample Post:
Morning, Val.
“Good morning, Lyrath. How did you sleep?”
Fairly well, as did yourself. Ready for the day?
The bronzerider commonly known as V'quor grinned widely as he sat up. Considering his rank, his room was not luxurious by most standards, but it was adequate for his purposes. He swung his legs over the side of his bed the way apprentices do when they know that something special is coming, and stood up with a similar bounce. Such acts seemed to be at odds with the man's age, considering that he was well into his fourth decade. Then it is remembered that he is, after all, as fit as a rider.
“Of course! The Hatching should start today, you know.”
That accounts for your unusual exuberance.
V'quor nodded before heading for the bathing chamber. It just wasn't a proper start to the morning without a cleansing bath! As he sudsed up with a handful of sweetsand, Wingleader V'quor allowed himself to remember hatchings past, particularly the one during which he had Impressed his Lyrath. The Sands would be hot, and the candidates would sweat heavily as heat attacked them from above and below. He would sit near the Weyrleaders, flanked by his Wingseconds. The candidates would be absolutely terrified as they approached amethyst Zarinth, and the entire Grounds would hold their collective breath until the first egg hatched successfully.
And you are not concerned that For might make a move? Amaranth's does not like the new dragons.
“Senior Weyrwoman Valoryn does not like many things. Ourselves, among them, you might remember.”
For a moment, his natural joy at the imminent Hatching was swamped with old bitterness founded when Acid stripped him of his entire life. His eyes darkened with remembered hate, and he found his hands curling into fists.
And this is why you must forget about our lives at Fort. You will not be of much use when your thoughts are clouded like this.
“True, true.”
V'quor made a visible effort to relax, then let himself sink into the deep bath until he had to hold his breath. Once he was certain he was in control of himself, he surfaced, and inhaled deeply.
“Don't remind me, then. You know how it upsets me!”
The mutated rider lifted one hand free of the water, and willed a spherical crystal into being between the pads of his fingers. He gazed into it intently before tossing it aside. Nothing.
Get dressed, Wingleader, and go down to breakfast.
Ignoring the intact crystal on the other side of the stone floors, V'quor did just that.
