Post by wylvaren on Mar 5, 2010 10:44:45 GMT -5
Character
[/b][/center]Name: Wy'ren
Age: 22 19 when Impressed
Gender: Male
Rank: Wingsecond of Weyrleader's Wing
Mutated: Yes. When the Green Star passed, and he Impressed Silver Jyanrith, Wy'ren found himself able to handle the ice that his dragon breathed. He found this out by mistake, from standing before Jyanrith when he was a dragonet and training in Weyrling Lesson. The young Silver blasted His, unknowingly, with his ice, only to find His unharmed.
Location: Skysong Weyr
Appearance: As a lad, Wy'ren was picked on about his height, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the tallest Mastersmith from Fort Hold, close to six foot three inches, but he grew into his height well, adding lean, toned bulk to his height. Hard years under his father's thumb roughed him up a bit, but now in his early twenties, he has the whole rouge Rider look to him that sends most females swooning.
His skin is slightly tanned, a bit drawn around his cheeks from years at the fires of the smiths, but not enough to cast him out of favor. Silky, black hair hangs down to the middle of his back, but always kept in a runnertail. Gentle, almost kind, blue orbs gaze out at those who gaze back, though there seems to dance mischief in their depths. Long in arm, leg, and chest, Wy'ren is 'well-formed,' as his blood mother once told him, though the next second, she had a long, thin pole, and was beating him for not mending a kettle well. He is wide in the shoulder and chest, muscular and strong.
Personality: As a young lad, Wy'ren's father taught him the bases of honor, duty, and loyality. Throughout his life, Wy'ren has done his best to life by those simple codes his father laid down for him, but as fater would have it, simple codes for a Mastersmith don't work for a Silverrider. Searched by a Fort Rider, Wy'ren thought he would stay loyal to Valoryn and her Gold Amaranth, but when he Impressed Silver Jyanrith and the dragonets were banished because of their different hides, his loyality was broken. Now, he is loyal to Jyanrith, for sure, learning to be loyal to J'no and his Crimson, and slowly working toward being loyal to Asmyra and her Amethyst.
He was taught very little, outside his father's trade, as a young lad, but once he was Searched, Wy'ren taught himself all that he needed to know. Mostly taught from watching the Riders at Fort Weyr, he spent countless hours at the feet of scholars and teachers. Hard-working and driven, there isn't much that turns Wy'ren's gaze once he puts his mind to something . . . Of course, one thing that can turn his mind is Jyanrith. All the Silver has to do is mention he wants something and Wy'ren will do anything he can to please the Silver.
Though he may seem subservant to Jyanrith, that is about as far as it goes. Not as proud as his dragon, Wy'ren does have a bit of pride and a backbone and refuses to bend to the will of others, unless he knows their cause is good. Having never felt a loving touch, he is blind to affection but does know how to flirt. He draws the line at causal touching. Won't even hold a female's hand, unless she has a dragon that Jyanrith is interested in and will chase when she Rises. It isn't that he is shallow, it is simply that he doesn't want to have to start to build a bond, only to break it when Jyanrith finally catches his mate.
History: Wy'ren, born Wylvaren, was the fifth son of Mastersmith Fusler and his little weaving wife, Eimin. As fate would have it, Eimin ruled the house and favored her daughters over her sons, sending each male to their father and beating any male that returned before the days' work was done. In Wy'ren's case, he was beaten once and learned to stay away. To Wy'ren, time passed quickly mainly because his life wasn't that interesting. He woke, he went to the smithery with his father and brothers, ate lunch in a field with herdbeasts, went back to the fires, came home, was beaten for something, ate a cold dinner, and went to bed.
When he turned nine, Eimin finally went over the edge and killed his youngest brother. The young lad had slipped away from the smithery and had returned home to grab a piece of fruit he had left behind. The rock rolled downhill after that. By the time Wy'ren heard the news, his brother was dead and Fusler was furious. Eimin and her daughters were sent away from Fusler's home, but that didn't last long, for she returned a fortnight later and Fusler let her and her daughters back into their home.
At eleven Turns, Wy'ren was Searched by a Fort Weyr Rider. The Brownrider had informed him that the Brown he rode thought he had the potenial to ride a dragon and that was all it took for him. Wy'ren left Fort Hold, moving up to the Weyr and began absording anything and everything he could. He set himself loyal to Valoryn and Gold Amaranth, thinking that he would stay at Fort Weyr for the rest of his life.
For eight full Turns, Wy'ren stayed at Fort Weyr. He watched many candidates pass through and out as Riders. Watched the dragon numbers start to decrease. Watched Thread stop falling, then watched the strange Green Star rise and the new threat fall. It wasn't until Amaranth was Flown by Bronze Norenth and her massive clutch was lain that he finally Stood and Impressed. The sheer size of the clutch brought tears to his eyes, meaning only one thing, that the dragons were back and Thread was soon to fall. As the hatching began, Wy'ren watched with excitment as the eggs hatched, though the excitment quickly turned to worried when there were many strange colored dragonets among the clutch.
Don't worry any more, Wy'renMine,[/color] a smooth voice echoed in his head, causing him to turn and find a beautiful silvery dragonet looking up at him. It was rather interesting having this beautiful creature, that would one day tower over him, looking up at him. It was the first thing that passed through his head. Don't laugh at me, fleshy human!! I am Jyanrith, the first of many Silvers and you are my Wy'ren. Now feed me![/color] the Silver had demanded, and Wy'ren had jumped to attention to do his bidding. And that was how things went, until Weyrwoman Valoryn banned the new dragonets.
With the ban, Wy'ren and Jyanrith joined the dragonets and weyrlings on their move to the Southern Continent. When Zarinth finally Rose, Silver Jyanrith was right there with the young males ready to chase her into the skies, but it was Crimson Anmedlath that won, putting his Rider, J'no, as Weyrleader. Shortly after the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman were settled, Wy'ren put in a request to become J'no's Wingsecond. Now, with Zarinth's and Anmedlath's clutch on the Sands and a constant threat of war from Fort Weyr, Wy'ren has set his loyalities with his Skysong Weyrleader and Weyrwoman and will die to defend his new Weyr.
Anything else you want to add: He and Jyanrith balance each other out.[/size]
Impressed
[/b][/center]Dragon Name: Jyanrith
Dragon Color: Silver - color code=D8D8D8 Jyanrith is a beautiful, frosty silver hue that covers his entire body. There is no other variations mar him, something he is proud of.
Brief Personality: Jyanrith is a proud Silver, a bit vain, and arrogent. Only wanting the best for himself and His; from the best private weyr, the best herdbeast, to the best females. Nothing second best will do, though if he has to settle for second best, he will sulk for a moment or two, but then claim, proudly, that whatever it was he wanted wasn't really the best, but second best. The better choice was still out there somewhere. This normally earns him a good shouting at by Wy'ren, who doesn't mean it, but must keep his Silver in line, or a hard tail smack from the female he just insulted.
Not really the nicest dragon is one is looking for conversation; if Jyanrith doesn't go looking for you to speak to, he just won't speak. Of course, any female is worthy of speaking too, it's just depends on who the female is, if Jyanrith is in a good mood, or who is fixing to Rise at the moment. When he does go out of his way to speak, Jyanrith's words are cut short, but dripping with vemon. All comments go through His if the comments are going toward a human, but dragons feel the brunt of his words as he doesn't candy coat them for anyone, but Wy'ren.
To proud to have a temper, Jyanrith and Wy'ren take many assignments that allow them out of the Weyr. It is the perfect time for Jyanrith to vent and get out all of his anger and fury. That isn't saying that he doesn't slip from time to time and end up showing his temper at the Weyr, it just doesn't happen often and when it does, it normally means Wy'ren will end up in the infirmary and Jyanrith sulks until His is better.
Though he has his flaws, Jyanrith is a good dragon. Strong, in both body and mind, he is sound in his decisions, never second guessing a higher ranking dragon's decision, but allowing his Crimson brother, and His' Weyrleader, to pull rank whenever the Crimson makes a sound judgement. This doesn't mean he won't argue with the Crimson, but everything stops when Amethyst Zarinth speaks. He is loyal, understanding that His flys as Wingsecond to Crimson Anmedlath's Rider, and understanding that that puts him under the Crimson.
Anything else you want to add: Jyanrith isn't a violent dragon; he is careless, thoughtless, and arrogent, but not violent. If he hurts anyone, he wasn't in control for a moment, and will feel horrible afterward, even going as far as speaking to whoever he hurt, personally . . . though his words may still hold a bit of his arrogent pride and usual vemon.
Sample Post: Something ill is on the wind, Wy'renMine,[/color] Jyanrith hissed from the ridge above His. The Silver was perched high above the Hatching Grounds, keeping an eye on the Amethyst below, whilst her Crimson weyrmate and His kept her and Her's company. Their clutch had been lain and she guarded it well, while Anmedlath seemed only interested in gloating.
"All is well, Jyanrith," Wy'ren commented, stepping out onto the ledge below his Silver. There was a reason they were so high above the Hatching Ground. As Wingsecond to Weyrleader J'no, Wy'ren knew it was wise not to get to close to the Weyrleader's Crimson when both he and his Amethyst were in such a state, but Jyanrith was edgy and Wy'ren felt that he needed to be close to the leading pair. There have been no reports of anyone spotting the Fort Riders, no their Gold Queen. Our focus, for now, should stay on helping protect our Queen and her clutch until they hatch and Impress, W'yren stated, squatting down and placing a hand against the rough ledge to balance himself.
We could have done better . . . .[/color] Jyanrith hissed, throwing his head up at the thought of the past Flight. Wy'ren's only response was a gentle chuckle. You're pride amazes me sometimes, Jyanrith. Let it go. You will have another chance to catch Zarinth when she Rises again, or you could go after the next female to Rise, the Silverrider stated, no longer interested in the Weyrleader position, now that J'no had it.
The only response that came from the Silver was rolling croon. I want to fly,[/color] he changed the subject, wanting to get away from the mated pair below. The sight both sickened him and made him long for his on mate, one he hadn't caught yet. No! We must report to J'no that the SearchRiders have returned with very few candidates, Wy'ren snapped, something that made Jyanrith snap his head down at His. In answer to Wy'ren's uncharacteristic snapping, Jyanrith lifted his head and returned to searching the skies.[/size]
