Post by funkkeh on Feb 23, 2010 16:51:02 GMT -5
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Name: T'lon
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrleader of Fort Weyr
Mutated?(If so what is their ability): No
Location: Fort Weyr
Appearance: T'lon stands around 6'3" and weighs about 230 lbs. He is well proportioned for his size, though he has more muscle than fat. He is a quite attractive man, his eyes are a nice shade of hazel with one having a brown spot towards the bottom. He has a fairly white smile, bearing a short goatee around his mouth. His hair is a dirty blonde color and he keeps its well trimmed. He likes it short and choppy, the ladies seem to as well.
Personality: T'lon is a very calm and humble leader. He only expects one to do as they are told, nothing more. If more is done then it is rewarded with much praise. He believes in leading with a more loving demeanor and it has seemed to work so far. His kind ways end up rewarding him in the long run though; what comes around goes around. Though he loves the weyrwoman, T'lon is quite the romeo. He often tries to seduce younger women and it sometimes pays off for him. It is unknown whether or not his weyrwoman knows about his filandering but it would be best to stay a secret. He does not agree with her on the aspect of the mutated dragons. He believes a dragon is a dragon and that they should be allowed to dwell here among the rest. He does not discriminate against them.
History: T'lon was born on 36 years ago to T'nar and Mirona. His father, too, was a bronzerider thought his mother did not ride. She just never had the interest to ride a dragon, it was just not for her. To each their own she always said. Whe T'lon was young, his mother was killed by a sickness much like pneumonia. It clouded her lungs and suffocated her. This devastated the family and they moved, relocating to Fort Weyr some years ago. T'lon was only a young man then but worked hard, proving himself and keeping his thoughts from wandering. He became a candidate when he came of age and stood at the gold's hatching. He watched as all his peers impressed and wondered whether he would or not. When the bronze beast broke free from his egg and stared into T'lons eyes, he knew this was his dragon. He had impressed a massive bronze, with a deep brassy color. "I am your Norenth and you are mine, T'lon..." is what the young dragon had told him through mindspeak. Their bond was inescapeable form then on out. They were incredible partners, claiming recognition from the former weyrleader and the entire weyr as the best weyrling pair. They trained long and hard, mastering their requirements at a faster pace than their peers. As T'lon and Norenth grew older, they moved up in ranks. From wingmembers to wingseconds to wingleader, like his father. When the Gold was ready to fly, Norenth caught her and they intertwined. Embracing each other in an endless free-fall and T'lon and the weyrwoman were locked in an embrace of their own. T'lon became the weyrleader and Norenth the father of her Clutch...little did they know...
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Dragon Name: Norenth
Dragon Color: Bronze
Brief Personality: Norenth is a very nit-picky dragon. He expects things to be done exactly the way he wants them. Only the best for him, his persona is alot like his riders.
Anything else you want to add: He is a large, proud bronze with many turns under his wing. Norenth is wise beyond his years and is fully aware of the fact.
Firelizard Name: Vega
Firelizard Color: Gold
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Sample Post:
T'lon stood outside his window, overlooking the Weyr. His thoughts were racing. All this fuss over the new colors of dragons that had emerged from the Gold's last clutch was driving him insane. It had been nothing but a massive argument since the hatching and impression. The weyrwoman had banished the new dragons and their riders, thus banishing the next generation of riders. What was to come of the Weyr? They had no weyrlings, what if the next clutch was completely mutated? Some weyrfolk spoke rumors that it was Bronze Norenth, he was the cause of all this and he and T'lon should be banished and forbidden to fly at a rising. No, it couldn’t be, Norenth had no say in the matter. Norenth merely did what nature demanded of him, catch the Gold in flight. That he did and did well.
So many thoughts ran through his mind until he realized he had been standing almost motionless for around an hour or so. His gaze turned towards the skies, his safe zone. It was a beautiful day, there were only a few clouds scattered across the horizon and the bright light shone brightly upon all the features of the land. It was a gorgeous day and he was just standing around, lost in thought. ”Time to go wake up Norenth, the big lazy bronze bones…” T’lon thought to himself with a curt smile crossing his features. He was probably sunning himself right now lost in his own dragon dreams. It was hard to tell with him. T’lon turned and walked back inside, his eyes adjusting to the darker lighting. It was so bright outside it took him a moment to regain his vision. He made his way through his quarters and outside to the dragons roost.
”Norenth, bring your big bronze hide down here. It’s too beautiful of a day to waste.” He said to Norenth. Mind speak was a truly incredible but useful attribute. ”I’ll be there in a moment, allow me to stretch out my wings.” Norenth replied, his deep brassy voice rang softly in T’lons mind. An extremely load bugle was sounded; T’lon knew Norenth had just yawned. He knew his dragon well, inside and out. It had only been a few moments later that the massive bronze blocked out the sun, his wings fully outstretched as he glided down. His wings retracted slightly as he caught the air like a parachute and drifted down to the ground, landing on his rear legs and shifting his weight forward to touch down on all fours. The beast stretched his neck out towards T’lon, nudging his rider’s body with his pointed muzzle. T’lon reached out his hand and rubbed up and down his dragons face, right between his eyes and along his eye ridges. Norenths eyes swirled with different colors as his rider showed him attention. T’lon then picked up his riding gear, strapping It onto Norenth with ease.
After he had gotten on his riding leathers and made sure the gear was secured onto his dragon, T’lon vaulted onto the beasts neck between his shoulders. He seated himself comfortably in the well broken in saddle then patted Norenth. The large bronze rose to all fours, standing high above the ground. One could not be afraid of heights and be a dragon rider; it would take a true deadglow to attempt it. ”Are you ready my friend?” T’lon said to Norenth aloud, proudly addressing him as his friend. Norenth looked back and gave him a nod. T’lon then clicked his tongue and Norenth lowered himself then thrust upwards, pumping his wings with impeccable strength. The pair climbed higher and higher with every passing second, when they had reached their desired altitude, the bronze leveled out his wings. They pitched to the left, gliding gently on the updraft.
”What now T’lon mine? Shall we have a bit of fun in this gorgeous sunlight?”[/i] Norenth said to T’lon. He thought a moment. Norenths version of fun was quit thrilling, today seemed like a good day. ”Yes my Norenth. Let’s see what you can do today!”[/b/ He braced himself, preparing for the events to follow. He knew his dragon all too well and secured his hands on the reigns and locked his feet into the saddle braces. Norenth felt his rider secure and pulled his wings to his sides, tucking his legs beneath him. The then entered free-fall, swiftly plummeting towards the ground below. T’lons goggles allowed him to see even with the massive amount of air coming at him, everything appeared so small but was growing larger each moment. It was a little hard for him to breath with all the air rushing into his mouth so he pulled his face cloth over his nose a mouth. ”That’s better…” He thought with a short sigh of relief. But, it was too soon. At that moment, Norenth flared his wings. They caught the air and stopped him like a car in a drag race when the chutes open. He tucked his left wing in and barrel rolled to the left then in reverse to the right. T’lon smiled and Norenth purred in a deep rumble that his rider could feel beneath him.
Their aerial acrobatics continued for some time until the sun began to fall and Belior began to rise against the darkening sky. Norenth took them safely back to the Weyr, landing atop the roost. T’lon leapt from his seat after undoing the safety belts. He landed and began unfastening the gear from Norenth. After it was all removed, he hung it up in its place and walked back over to his mighty bronze. Norenth lowered his massive head down to his rider and nuzzled his hand. T’lon rubbed the bridge of his dragons face, up to his large adorning horns and back down to his nose. Their love was unspoken but emanated from each other and spoken words were not required. Norenth snorted and shook his head, turning to walk back to his roost. T’lon smiled and began trekking back to his quarters, ready to lie down and get some well-needed rest. His dragon always helped him clear his mind, better than any woman ever had at least.
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