Post by slush on Sept 16, 2014 18:39:54 GMT
Name: N'lon (formerly Navelon)
Nicknames: Nav, Navi (family only)
Family: Mother Emerald Rider Nashay of Torienth (NPC), Father unknown
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrling/Journeyman Farmer
Appearance: Navelon is short and stocky, made of solid muscle. He doesn’t walk as much as lumber; his every step seems heavy, carefully controlled. Despite being a dragonrider’s brat, his face is turned more often toward the soil than the sky, and it’s nigh impossible to find him without dirt beneath his nails, a smudge of soil on his face, or detritus in his curly brown hair. He always smells pleasantly of damp earth—that is, when he isn’t knee-deep in fertilizer, at least—and spices. His eyes are dark, somber brown, his features firmly settled. Despite his serious appearance, his robust, infectious laugh comes easily, and it’s the sound most people associate with Nav long before they see him.
He dresses lately in the fashion of the Farmcraft—plain, sturdy, earth-toned clothing that allows for movement and wear. Every scrap of fabric he owns is stained with dirt, except his one Gather finery ensemble. He wears a pad on his right shoulder and has a small pouch sewn into the fabric of his tunics on the left—perches for his firelizard and sea serpent, respectively.
Personality: Navelon is jovial and energetic, traits belied by the plodding slowness of his deliberate movements. If need or fancy strikes, he can be quick as a flash. He’s strong both physically and in terms of will—what he wants, he will not stop until he achieves. He fixates on certain notions and won’t let things rest. When stricken with some obsession, he is ceaseless, tireless. Don’t bother trying to dissuade him.
He works hard, even when he’s not nursing some fervent dream. Though his appearance suggests a simple farm lad, he’s got a silver tongue and a quicksilver mind—typically, it’s turned toward achieving his ends or playing a harmless (but hilarious) prank. He could be far more than a Journeyman Farmer, teaching holders how to make their crops prosper and investigating the properties of any plants he finds, but he is content working in the earth. He excels at it, so it brings him pleasure.
He very competitive—he doesn’t like losing or feeling inadequate, so he steers away from doing things that don’t mesh well with his strengths. He’s not above wheedling his way out of that particularly unpleasant chore, either. He likes to choose where to apply his abilities.
In spite of his intensity and potentially manipulative nature, he’s rather fun to be around. He’s charismatic and always joking or teasing. Sometimes, he doesn’t realize when he takes his ingenious pranks or well-intentioned ribbing too far. He gets rather sulky when he doesn’t get his way, but by tomorrow, insults and slights will be forgotten. Navelon doesn’t hold a grudge. He is too satisfied, fulfilled, to be angry for long. Besides, he loves making people laugh, not making them enemies.
History: Navelon was born to an Emerald Rider at the Weyr, probably the product of a flight. Nashay didn’t know the child’s father, though growing up in the Weyr’s crèche, Nav never lacked for father figures to look up to. Anyway, he was farm more interested in playing and plotting with the other Weyrbrats and weaseling his way out of the most-hated chores. He preferred exploring, picking plants and seeing if he could grow them in his secret plot just outside the Weyr.
As he actually had quite the green thumb and failed to Impress at the first Hatching he stood for, it was decided that Navelon would be apprenticed at the Farmcrafthall. He studied there until he attained the rank of Journeyman and amassed considerable knowledge of Pernese fauna, both terrestrial and aquatic. During his years at the Hall, he obtained both a firelizard and a sea serpent. He dedicated quite a lot of time to training both of them to bring him plant samples for him to study and cultivate, something for which his Masters praised him.
Considering his age and the yearning for a dragon most Weyrbred boys feel that never fades, Navelon has returned to the Weyr, albeit a brand new one. In addition to standing again as a Candidate, he also hopes to train some of the weyrfolk in the basics of agriculture so that perhaps, one day, they need be so dependent on the Holds for crop tithes. As always, Nav is a man of lofty amibitions.
Pets:
Pearl Firelizard Shee - Shee is a showy, coquettish Pearl. She loves to show off her shimmering form and exhibitionist flight. Her body gleams primarily with yellow, orange, and pink hues, like a sunrise (which, coincidentally, is her favorite time of day). She's very physically affectionate toward and protective of Navelon, and she has a tendency to harass Merc. She can be very motherly, with all accompanying loving and scolding that entails.
Silver Sea Serpent Merc (male) - Merc is extremely curious, especially about humans. He has no problem approaching anyone his bond has contact with; boundaries do not exist to this serpent. He's very friendly, always begging for skritches. He squabbles often with Shee, and when she's particularly irksome, he sneaks away to the lake or the beach to find some peace. He's not as clingy to Navelon as the fire lizard and is perfectly happy on his own for long stretches, but he doesn't like to sleep without Nav, which is why he's often snoozing in the pouch sewn into the man's clothes. His silver stripes are a dark, steely silver. Towards his tail, they lighten to more of an almost white-platinum hue.
(subtracted from first character 30 marks)
Dragon Information:
Name: Dedreth
Color: Sapphire
Appearance: The dual-toned Dedreth is a pleasant swirl of sapphire and sky blue all over his stocky form. For the most part, his dorsal side lighter in hue than his ventral side, but especially in the right light, eddies of shades mix over his entire body. He's solidly built, especially for a Sapphire.
Personality: {in progress}
Nicknames: Nav, Navi (family only)
Family: Mother Emerald Rider Nashay of Torienth (NPC), Father unknown
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrling/Journeyman Farmer
Appearance: Navelon is short and stocky, made of solid muscle. He doesn’t walk as much as lumber; his every step seems heavy, carefully controlled. Despite being a dragonrider’s brat, his face is turned more often toward the soil than the sky, and it’s nigh impossible to find him without dirt beneath his nails, a smudge of soil on his face, or detritus in his curly brown hair. He always smells pleasantly of damp earth—that is, when he isn’t knee-deep in fertilizer, at least—and spices. His eyes are dark, somber brown, his features firmly settled. Despite his serious appearance, his robust, infectious laugh comes easily, and it’s the sound most people associate with Nav long before they see him.
He dresses lately in the fashion of the Farmcraft—plain, sturdy, earth-toned clothing that allows for movement and wear. Every scrap of fabric he owns is stained with dirt, except his one Gather finery ensemble. He wears a pad on his right shoulder and has a small pouch sewn into the fabric of his tunics on the left—perches for his firelizard and sea serpent, respectively.
Personality: Navelon is jovial and energetic, traits belied by the plodding slowness of his deliberate movements. If need or fancy strikes, he can be quick as a flash. He’s strong both physically and in terms of will—what he wants, he will not stop until he achieves. He fixates on certain notions and won’t let things rest. When stricken with some obsession, he is ceaseless, tireless. Don’t bother trying to dissuade him.
He works hard, even when he’s not nursing some fervent dream. Though his appearance suggests a simple farm lad, he’s got a silver tongue and a quicksilver mind—typically, it’s turned toward achieving his ends or playing a harmless (but hilarious) prank. He could be far more than a Journeyman Farmer, teaching holders how to make their crops prosper and investigating the properties of any plants he finds, but he is content working in the earth. He excels at it, so it brings him pleasure.
He very competitive—he doesn’t like losing or feeling inadequate, so he steers away from doing things that don’t mesh well with his strengths. He’s not above wheedling his way out of that particularly unpleasant chore, either. He likes to choose where to apply his abilities.
In spite of his intensity and potentially manipulative nature, he’s rather fun to be around. He’s charismatic and always joking or teasing. Sometimes, he doesn’t realize when he takes his ingenious pranks or well-intentioned ribbing too far. He gets rather sulky when he doesn’t get his way, but by tomorrow, insults and slights will be forgotten. Navelon doesn’t hold a grudge. He is too satisfied, fulfilled, to be angry for long. Besides, he loves making people laugh, not making them enemies.
History: Navelon was born to an Emerald Rider at the Weyr, probably the product of a flight. Nashay didn’t know the child’s father, though growing up in the Weyr’s crèche, Nav never lacked for father figures to look up to. Anyway, he was farm more interested in playing and plotting with the other Weyrbrats and weaseling his way out of the most-hated chores. He preferred exploring, picking plants and seeing if he could grow them in his secret plot just outside the Weyr.
As he actually had quite the green thumb and failed to Impress at the first Hatching he stood for, it was decided that Navelon would be apprenticed at the Farmcrafthall. He studied there until he attained the rank of Journeyman and amassed considerable knowledge of Pernese fauna, both terrestrial and aquatic. During his years at the Hall, he obtained both a firelizard and a sea serpent. He dedicated quite a lot of time to training both of them to bring him plant samples for him to study and cultivate, something for which his Masters praised him.
Considering his age and the yearning for a dragon most Weyrbred boys feel that never fades, Navelon has returned to the Weyr, albeit a brand new one. In addition to standing again as a Candidate, he also hopes to train some of the weyrfolk in the basics of agriculture so that perhaps, one day, they need be so dependent on the Holds for crop tithes. As always, Nav is a man of lofty amibitions.
Pets:
Pearl Firelizard Shee - Shee is a showy, coquettish Pearl. She loves to show off her shimmering form and exhibitionist flight. Her body gleams primarily with yellow, orange, and pink hues, like a sunrise (which, coincidentally, is her favorite time of day). She's very physically affectionate toward and protective of Navelon, and she has a tendency to harass Merc. She can be very motherly, with all accompanying loving and scolding that entails.
Silver Sea Serpent Merc (male) - Merc is extremely curious, especially about humans. He has no problem approaching anyone his bond has contact with; boundaries do not exist to this serpent. He's very friendly, always begging for skritches. He squabbles often with Shee, and when she's particularly irksome, he sneaks away to the lake or the beach to find some peace. He's not as clingy to Navelon as the fire lizard and is perfectly happy on his own for long stretches, but he doesn't like to sleep without Nav, which is why he's often snoozing in the pouch sewn into the man's clothes. His silver stripes are a dark, steely silver. Towards his tail, they lighten to more of an almost white-platinum hue.
(subtracted from first character 30 marks)
Dragon Information:
Name: Dedreth
Color: Sapphire
Appearance: The dual-toned Dedreth is a pleasant swirl of sapphire and sky blue all over his stocky form. For the most part, his dorsal side lighter in hue than his ventral side, but especially in the right light, eddies of shades mix over his entire body. He's solidly built, especially for a Sapphire.
Personality: {in progress}
