Post by neopanther on May 28, 2008 13:30:08 GMT -8
Name: P'nset
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Rank: Brown rider/ wing second of Frost wing
P'nset was Caminar, now turned rider. So, as most of his kind, his skin tone is deep, his eyes a dark brown, likened to a polished and treated wood. Facially, he keeps himself clean shaven, finding hairs irritable. His cheek bones are unusually high, giving him a very odd look, combined with almond eyes; he looks peculiarly sharp featured for a man.
His hair is black, usually its left fairly scruffy perhaps tied in a stunted pony-tail when it’s getting just a bit too long for him, and he's being too lazy to cut it.
He's fairly tall roughly 183cm in height, give or take a half, though he tends to slouch, making him lose about 10 centimetres, people are often shocked when he stands upright, as to just how tall he is.
He's well built, broad shouldered and well muscled, as a rider - and before that a craftsman - would be.
He carries few scars, two on his lower left leg, and one on his left hand (giving away that his right side is the dominant) The one on his left hand is thick and dark, he takes no notice of it anymore though, generally he is not vain enough to care. He formed the scar three turns previous, when, in an odd turn of events he angered another Caminar on their visit to the weyr, the man who gave him the scar was the man who married the girl he was supposed to marry before he impressed.
He's a fairly sedate man, reserved, though he still cannot quite rid himself of the minor bias he has with the plantado, and neither can he rid himself of his love for travelling. Because of this he tends to vacate the weyr rather frequently. Though it is never for longer than two nights, for he is still very loyal towards the weyr, they gave him Sarjenth, and for that he is eternally thankful.
He is -as mentioned - very reserved, usually keeps his opinions to himself, though he will offer advice, and an open ear to anyone who needs it. He's very diplomatic, though there are a few topics he does not like to broach. Topics usually dictated by
his Caminar past. He hates to hear prejudice - obviously having been the victim of this on many occasions.
Uncultured is not a word for him, unrefined, and untaught are, but he has raw intelligence, basic common sense that will fit itself around most situations, and allows him to see the bigger picture rather than focusing on miniscule details.
Despite his distaste and incomprehension of male green riders (regarding their imperative homosexuality), he still can abided them, though they may irritate him frequently, he still gives them patience. Though he cannot, and refuses to deal with anyone suggesting he would be 'gay'. He is very prudish, and if anything about his sexuality is raised, or questioned, usually he will excuse himself from the conversation. Even, if it is only displayed in his humour.
Despite his stoic personality, he does have a good sense of humour and can be a very relaxed man, though not often. He rarely lets himself relax around others; usually he is most relaxed around other Caminar riders - though these are few and far between. Reason being for this is that they share his thoughts, his heritage.
Raised as a Caminar, His mother, and father, and his five other siblings, along with his father's side aunt, and her husband, and three children, travelled across Pern.
He was taught in many crafts, trying to which he would be suited for, to help him maintain their craft, and as the eldest male of the family, he was expected to work the hardest. His pre-arranged marriage to his thrice removed cousin, Esterala, was something he had accepted from a very young age.
However at the age of fourteen he was called to be a candidate, by a blue rider from Telgar.
The blue rider crossed the boy in the hold of Crom, it was the time of year the tithing was soon to begin and the Caminar caravans were working their way through the hold, Panset and his brother decided that it would be entertaining for them to go speak find the search rider, and g et a close up look at the blue dragon of his. Of course their tender years and constant travelling had not allowed them to spent much time in the company, or even locality of many dragons, and the idea that a searching was occurring on that day was too much of a chance to miss, so they joined the crowd, inadvertently the line of lads who were queuing to be searched. They realised shortly and decided it was an even better idea to try out! Panset Brother was searched first, found unsuitable, then came Panset’s turn. The blue’s eyes looked deeply into him, making him feel as though his soul had become vulnerable. This was when the Rider turned to Panset, and asked him to tell his parents he was leaving.
So, with time - he stood at the stands his father cursed and swore when he was searched, not happy that Panset, his eldest son, and his best prospect was to be taken from their group. But it could not be helped, his mother had urged the father of her six children, that if Panset was to stand he must.
Panset did stand, and the fifth egg to hatch was a brown. A rust coloured beast, deft, and cleaver, medium sized. Sarjenth was strong, and well formed. Initially it felt to P'nset as though the weyr begrudged a Caminar impressing to such a purposeful dragon. But P'nset, peacemaker as he was, made it clear he did not intend to make haste to that above his station.
Having been a rider now for twenty two years, he is trusted, and respected amongst the weyr.
Within these twenty two years of service to the weyr, he and Sarjenth found themselves quite normal, nothing extraordinary about them, they were quite, reserved, very ‘brown’ nothing remarkable enough to say they were good at. However, their progress was steady, continuous, and their scope for growth – between them was admirable. They progressed steadily through their weyrling lessons, the faults unusual in their work.
Independence was what saw them straight, as soon as they were free of their weyrling-master, they were gradually assigned more and more tasks, tasks that needed trust, because it was obvious P’nset would not feel the need to gossip or brag about what he had done, or had been told to do.
He has moved through three wings since impression, first, he was a regular rider in an old bronze rider’s wing, here he was encouraged, and given a few prospects. It took about six turns for S’lyn to sought him out for work, work of a political nature, and P’nset would accompany the former weyrleader on various trips that the man might need a second opinion upon. His uneducated, common truth was something S’lyn valued.
In return, P’nset valued S’lyn greatly; the pair had a few common areas, whilst others were so alien, due to their difference in background. One could say that S’lyn was the only born plantado man that P’nset would have called a friend.
A further eleven or so turns took P’nset to his first official rank within a Wing, a Wing second, rumour told that S’lyn had suggested his name to B’nek to become his wingsecond, after the former wingsecond of his, F’sel, and his sustained a positively gruesome injury in rising, one that meant the brown was not fit for his duties any longer.
P’nset was happy to take on this position, despite some of the adversity he was exposed to, due to the fact he was Caminar, in a position of authority. Though to P’nset it was like water from a duck’s back. He rarely ever let things get to him, in opposition to this, he has just managed to prove how useful, and appropriate he is for the role of Wingsecond.
Sarjenth always paid attention to their queen, more so than P’nset, for Sarjenth always seen itt as a bigger affect to the weyr, than what P’nset did, however, S’lyn’s reign was long lived, and perhaps P’nset grew ignorant in this time. However, one turn was more starting than the others, S’lyn’s bronze lost. Lost to a very ‘green’ bronze, Jordeth, or at least green in P’nset’s opinion, and in comparison to the other weyrleader.
Other than being naive, P’nset holds no malice against the young weyrleader, he may occasionally offer an opinion, when he feels it is his place to do so, but the majority of the time it is not P’nset’s way to force his opinions upon others. Unless they are angering him through their ignorance or foolhardy-ness.
Quite obviously P’nset is against the allegations that the Caminar have been the ones abducting the plantado children, for, there is no reason for his folk to do this. After all, the Plantado are the Plantado, and are not of their kind, so of what use would a Plantado child be of, to a Caminar?
Dragon's Name: Sarjenth
Colour: Brown
Age: 22 turns
Physical Description: A Rust coloured brown, though on closer inspection his brown hide is speckled with a crimson red, giving him an unusual appearance. His talons tend to be of a faded bronze like colour, as do the few stunted spikes that pierce his back ridge on occasion, continuing all the way down his tail.
Personality: Sarjenth is very intelligent, often outsmarting P'nset. He too is laid back, to the point of laziness, and is rarely pro-active about anything, preferring to re-act, though P'nset does not allow him this usually.
Sarjenth is very content in his solitude, he enjoys his own company and could be almost as stoic as P'nset, the pair of them are quite comfortable in their singularity, and do not wish to be weyr-mated with anyone. Sarjenth will rise to chase a queen as a formality, but will always drop out after a polite amount of time.
Like his bonded, he is kind hearted, he will rarely offend anyone if he can help it, and though power doesn’t interest him, he is very political, and very democratic, and will often help P'nset to find a solution that best suits everyone.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Yep
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Rank: Brown rider/ wing second of Frost wing
Physical Description
P'nset was Caminar, now turned rider. So, as most of his kind, his skin tone is deep, his eyes a dark brown, likened to a polished and treated wood. Facially, he keeps himself clean shaven, finding hairs irritable. His cheek bones are unusually high, giving him a very odd look, combined with almond eyes; he looks peculiarly sharp featured for a man.
His hair is black, usually its left fairly scruffy perhaps tied in a stunted pony-tail when it’s getting just a bit too long for him, and he's being too lazy to cut it.
He's fairly tall roughly 183cm in height, give or take a half, though he tends to slouch, making him lose about 10 centimetres, people are often shocked when he stands upright, as to just how tall he is.
He's well built, broad shouldered and well muscled, as a rider - and before that a craftsman - would be.
He carries few scars, two on his lower left leg, and one on his left hand (giving away that his right side is the dominant) The one on his left hand is thick and dark, he takes no notice of it anymore though, generally he is not vain enough to care. He formed the scar three turns previous, when, in an odd turn of events he angered another Caminar on their visit to the weyr, the man who gave him the scar was the man who married the girl he was supposed to marry before he impressed.
Personality
He's a fairly sedate man, reserved, though he still cannot quite rid himself of the minor bias he has with the plantado, and neither can he rid himself of his love for travelling. Because of this he tends to vacate the weyr rather frequently. Though it is never for longer than two nights, for he is still very loyal towards the weyr, they gave him Sarjenth, and for that he is eternally thankful.
He is -as mentioned - very reserved, usually keeps his opinions to himself, though he will offer advice, and an open ear to anyone who needs it. He's very diplomatic, though there are a few topics he does not like to broach. Topics usually dictated by
his Caminar past. He hates to hear prejudice - obviously having been the victim of this on many occasions.
Uncultured is not a word for him, unrefined, and untaught are, but he has raw intelligence, basic common sense that will fit itself around most situations, and allows him to see the bigger picture rather than focusing on miniscule details.
Despite his distaste and incomprehension of male green riders (regarding their imperative homosexuality), he still can abided them, though they may irritate him frequently, he still gives them patience. Though he cannot, and refuses to deal with anyone suggesting he would be 'gay'. He is very prudish, and if anything about his sexuality is raised, or questioned, usually he will excuse himself from the conversation. Even, if it is only displayed in his humour.
Despite his stoic personality, he does have a good sense of humour and can be a very relaxed man, though not often. He rarely lets himself relax around others; usually he is most relaxed around other Caminar riders - though these are few and far between. Reason being for this is that they share his thoughts, his heritage.
Background
Raised as a Caminar, His mother, and father, and his five other siblings, along with his father's side aunt, and her husband, and three children, travelled across Pern.
He was taught in many crafts, trying to which he would be suited for, to help him maintain their craft, and as the eldest male of the family, he was expected to work the hardest. His pre-arranged marriage to his thrice removed cousin, Esterala, was something he had accepted from a very young age.
However at the age of fourteen he was called to be a candidate, by a blue rider from Telgar.
The blue rider crossed the boy in the hold of Crom, it was the time of year the tithing was soon to begin and the Caminar caravans were working their way through the hold, Panset and his brother decided that it would be entertaining for them to go speak find the search rider, and g et a close up look at the blue dragon of his. Of course their tender years and constant travelling had not allowed them to spent much time in the company, or even locality of many dragons, and the idea that a searching was occurring on that day was too much of a chance to miss, so they joined the crowd, inadvertently the line of lads who were queuing to be searched. They realised shortly and decided it was an even better idea to try out! Panset Brother was searched first, found unsuitable, then came Panset’s turn. The blue’s eyes looked deeply into him, making him feel as though his soul had become vulnerable. This was when the Rider turned to Panset, and asked him to tell his parents he was leaving.
So, with time - he stood at the stands his father cursed and swore when he was searched, not happy that Panset, his eldest son, and his best prospect was to be taken from their group. But it could not be helped, his mother had urged the father of her six children, that if Panset was to stand he must.
Panset did stand, and the fifth egg to hatch was a brown. A rust coloured beast, deft, and cleaver, medium sized. Sarjenth was strong, and well formed. Initially it felt to P'nset as though the weyr begrudged a Caminar impressing to such a purposeful dragon. But P'nset, peacemaker as he was, made it clear he did not intend to make haste to that above his station.
Having been a rider now for twenty two years, he is trusted, and respected amongst the weyr.
Within these twenty two years of service to the weyr, he and Sarjenth found themselves quite normal, nothing extraordinary about them, they were quite, reserved, very ‘brown’ nothing remarkable enough to say they were good at. However, their progress was steady, continuous, and their scope for growth – between them was admirable. They progressed steadily through their weyrling lessons, the faults unusual in their work.
Independence was what saw them straight, as soon as they were free of their weyrling-master, they were gradually assigned more and more tasks, tasks that needed trust, because it was obvious P’nset would not feel the need to gossip or brag about what he had done, or had been told to do.
He has moved through three wings since impression, first, he was a regular rider in an old bronze rider’s wing, here he was encouraged, and given a few prospects. It took about six turns for S’lyn to sought him out for work, work of a political nature, and P’nset would accompany the former weyrleader on various trips that the man might need a second opinion upon. His uneducated, common truth was something S’lyn valued.
In return, P’nset valued S’lyn greatly; the pair had a few common areas, whilst others were so alien, due to their difference in background. One could say that S’lyn was the only born plantado man that P’nset would have called a friend.
A further eleven or so turns took P’nset to his first official rank within a Wing, a Wing second, rumour told that S’lyn had suggested his name to B’nek to become his wingsecond, after the former wingsecond of his, F’sel, and his sustained a positively gruesome injury in rising, one that meant the brown was not fit for his duties any longer.
P’nset was happy to take on this position, despite some of the adversity he was exposed to, due to the fact he was Caminar, in a position of authority. Though to P’nset it was like water from a duck’s back. He rarely ever let things get to him, in opposition to this, he has just managed to prove how useful, and appropriate he is for the role of Wingsecond.
Sarjenth always paid attention to their queen, more so than P’nset, for Sarjenth always seen itt as a bigger affect to the weyr, than what P’nset did, however, S’lyn’s reign was long lived, and perhaps P’nset grew ignorant in this time. However, one turn was more starting than the others, S’lyn’s bronze lost. Lost to a very ‘green’ bronze, Jordeth, or at least green in P’nset’s opinion, and in comparison to the other weyrleader.
Other than being naive, P’nset holds no malice against the young weyrleader, he may occasionally offer an opinion, when he feels it is his place to do so, but the majority of the time it is not P’nset’s way to force his opinions upon others. Unless they are angering him through their ignorance or foolhardy-ness.
Quite obviously P’nset is against the allegations that the Caminar have been the ones abducting the plantado children, for, there is no reason for his folk to do this. After all, the Plantado are the Plantado, and are not of their kind, so of what use would a Plantado child be of, to a Caminar?
Dragon riders
Dragon's Name: Sarjenth
Colour: Brown
Age: 22 turns
Physical Description: A Rust coloured brown, though on closer inspection his brown hide is speckled with a crimson red, giving him an unusual appearance. His talons tend to be of a faded bronze like colour, as do the few stunted spikes that pierce his back ridge on occasion, continuing all the way down his tail.
Personality: Sarjenth is very intelligent, often outsmarting P'nset. He too is laid back, to the point of laziness, and is rarely pro-active about anything, preferring to re-act, though P'nset does not allow him this usually.
Sarjenth is very content in his solitude, he enjoys his own company and could be almost as stoic as P'nset, the pair of them are quite comfortable in their singularity, and do not wish to be weyr-mated with anyone. Sarjenth will rise to chase a queen as a formality, but will always drop out after a polite amount of time.
Like his bonded, he is kind hearted, he will rarely offend anyone if he can help it, and though power doesn’t interest him, he is very political, and very democratic, and will often help P'nset to find a solution that best suits everyone.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Yep
