Post by Xinnai on Jun 23, 2008 13:46:32 GMT -8
Name: K'houry
Age: 47 turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Rider
He's a stocky, barrel-chested man with leathery, slightly wrinkled skin from constant expsoure to the elements. He keeps his hair carefully trimmed-extremely short on the sides and back while remaining long on top-all dense, oak brown streaked through liberally with thick silver. Seated deeply within his tanned face, light sea foam green eyes almost always appear to be irritated or annoyed. He drapes his 5'9" frame in carefully selected clothes-mostly in earthy tones such as dark brown, forest brown, sandy colors and white. He monitors his appearance carefully, though he does not lament the the seams in his face time has brought-the crows feet about his eyes, the laugh lines about his nose and mouth, slight sags in his jaw and cheeks-though he does the long, puckered scar he has that extends about three inches below his right eye. Back in his prime, he was considered to be quite handsome and time has taken its affect on him. His sour moods have affected him negatively for this, making him look hard and withered. He always appears immaculate and is proud for it. But he has gone stringy and bitter and it shows.
He's not an extremely overt or ostentatious man. He is gay but does not fit the stereotypical mold. He does not flaunt his sexuality. In fact, he's very understated about it. The only thing that could fit the mold at all is his meticulous way of keeping his appearance neat at all times. He's a man very set in his ways. Every five weeks, he gets his hair cut. Every day at exactly seven in the evening, he bathes. The only thing that upsets his religous routines and rituals are Weyr happenings. Like his clockwork routines, he believes staunchly in old traditions, old ways, old beliefs. It is his thought that the way things were done when he was a weyrling is the right way about it. He is strongly against any form of change. He's an irritable man who's usually finding something wrong in everything-except for his Finneth. When he finds something that irritates him, it makes him all the angrier-it smolders in him, burning in him until some happy event comes to make him forget about it. He's like a child in that respect. If something "shiny" is flashed before him, he forgets about what was bothering him. When he is in angry moods though, only Finneth can talk him down. This behavior has only escalated six turns ago when the love of his life and longtime mate, G'bral of blue Tiath, died. Now, the only only person he loves and can see doing no wrong is Finneth.
Kalhoury was born in Telgar Hold to parents who already had a brood going. He was the last child, the third boy. They were minor people, people who didn't matter much in the scheme of things. With five other children, his home was a disorganized mess that even as a young child he detested. Life as a child was chaotic with so many lives surrounding him, lives that also required basic neccessities and attention. Within his own life, he tried to instill his own version of order. He hated his family with a passion and the day he was searched at seventeen was the happiest day of his life. Until, at the Hatching, he became the bonded of his green beauty Finneth. It was also at the Hatching that a blue came floundering by and caused the scar the marrs his face, a scar that's a reminder of how lucky he is to still have his right eye. He and G'bral were candidates together, though they did not realize their feelings or quite the extent of what they had until their time as weyrlings. It was after their graduation to the ranks of full-fledged riders that they began their twenty-odd turn love affair. Six turns ago, when G'bral died of complications of pnuemonia, he went nearly out of his mind because of his love's death. He went through a very tortured few turns where he turned to drink to drown his sorrow and contemplate joining G'bral, though he didn't have the stomach to do such a thing to his dragon. Within the last two turns, he's been coming out his hole. Throughout their thirty turns together, he and Finneth have seen their fair share of people in and out of the Weyr, as well as many scandals and controversies. Now, he's taken a keen interest in his home and has definite opinions about the events going on present day.
Dragon's Name: Finneth
Age: Thirty turns
Color: Green
She's a medium-sized green with a clear, bright grass green hide that has not dimmed or faded over intervening turns. Dainty and very fragile-looking, she has a very long, snake-like torso with gorgeous, slightly undersized wings of a slightly darker shade than her scales. At her "wrists" and other places where 'sails meet limb, her color darkens to a very robust and bright emerald. She holds herself like a lady, always moving with a delicate grace as if she may cave in on herself. Her limbs are long and delicate, her eyes round and entergetic.
Finneth is a very soothing creature to her rider. Excitable and at times dreamy, she's a perfect companion to draw out her bonded's good-natured, easy side and help ease his black moods. She's his voice of reason, a fact that most people find surprsing for a green pairing. Despite her often silly and vapid ways, she has an iron core of strength and a surprising amount of common sense, which she often uses for her rider's sake. She's often almost condescendingly amused by her Mine. She finds his rants and ravings and routines to be very silly. Nonetheless, she often worries for him, especially since G'bral and his blue died. She can be very sneaky and when the two were weyrlings, she was often the instigator into many problem situations. She's a bit edgy, a little dark and malicious, but craves attention and love, especially from her rider.
Finneth's mindvoice is a reminder of childhood summers, of children splashing in the river, of running through fields heavy with sunlight. It sounds slightly boyish, but it's not like an older boy. It sounds like a young boy, a child almost, bright with excitement and joy at life. She's a reminder of childhood times. Behind her words, there's almost the sound of the river, of the wind whispering through grass and the feel of sunlight on bare skin. Her inspiration comes from Huckleberry Finn from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. (Color 00FF00)
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Yupyup.
Age: 47 turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Rider
Appearance
He's a stocky, barrel-chested man with leathery, slightly wrinkled skin from constant expsoure to the elements. He keeps his hair carefully trimmed-extremely short on the sides and back while remaining long on top-all dense, oak brown streaked through liberally with thick silver. Seated deeply within his tanned face, light sea foam green eyes almost always appear to be irritated or annoyed. He drapes his 5'9" frame in carefully selected clothes-mostly in earthy tones such as dark brown, forest brown, sandy colors and white. He monitors his appearance carefully, though he does not lament the the seams in his face time has brought-the crows feet about his eyes, the laugh lines about his nose and mouth, slight sags in his jaw and cheeks-though he does the long, puckered scar he has that extends about three inches below his right eye. Back in his prime, he was considered to be quite handsome and time has taken its affect on him. His sour moods have affected him negatively for this, making him look hard and withered. He always appears immaculate and is proud for it. But he has gone stringy and bitter and it shows.
Personality
He's not an extremely overt or ostentatious man. He is gay but does not fit the stereotypical mold. He does not flaunt his sexuality. In fact, he's very understated about it. The only thing that could fit the mold at all is his meticulous way of keeping his appearance neat at all times. He's a man very set in his ways. Every five weeks, he gets his hair cut. Every day at exactly seven in the evening, he bathes. The only thing that upsets his religous routines and rituals are Weyr happenings. Like his clockwork routines, he believes staunchly in old traditions, old ways, old beliefs. It is his thought that the way things were done when he was a weyrling is the right way about it. He is strongly against any form of change. He's an irritable man who's usually finding something wrong in everything-except for his Finneth. When he finds something that irritates him, it makes him all the angrier-it smolders in him, burning in him until some happy event comes to make him forget about it. He's like a child in that respect. If something "shiny" is flashed before him, he forgets about what was bothering him. When he is in angry moods though, only Finneth can talk him down. This behavior has only escalated six turns ago when the love of his life and longtime mate, G'bral of blue Tiath, died. Now, the only only person he loves and can see doing no wrong is Finneth.
Background
Kalhoury was born in Telgar Hold to parents who already had a brood going. He was the last child, the third boy. They were minor people, people who didn't matter much in the scheme of things. With five other children, his home was a disorganized mess that even as a young child he detested. Life as a child was chaotic with so many lives surrounding him, lives that also required basic neccessities and attention. Within his own life, he tried to instill his own version of order. He hated his family with a passion and the day he was searched at seventeen was the happiest day of his life. Until, at the Hatching, he became the bonded of his green beauty Finneth. It was also at the Hatching that a blue came floundering by and caused the scar the marrs his face, a scar that's a reminder of how lucky he is to still have his right eye. He and G'bral were candidates together, though they did not realize their feelings or quite the extent of what they had until their time as weyrlings. It was after their graduation to the ranks of full-fledged riders that they began their twenty-odd turn love affair. Six turns ago, when G'bral died of complications of pnuemonia, he went nearly out of his mind because of his love's death. He went through a very tortured few turns where he turned to drink to drown his sorrow and contemplate joining G'bral, though he didn't have the stomach to do such a thing to his dragon. Within the last two turns, he's been coming out his hole. Throughout their thirty turns together, he and Finneth have seen their fair share of people in and out of the Weyr, as well as many scandals and controversies. Now, he's taken a keen interest in his home and has definite opinions about the events going on present day.
Dragon's Name: Finneth
Age: Thirty turns
Color: Green
Physical Description
She's a medium-sized green with a clear, bright grass green hide that has not dimmed or faded over intervening turns. Dainty and very fragile-looking, she has a very long, snake-like torso with gorgeous, slightly undersized wings of a slightly darker shade than her scales. At her "wrists" and other places where 'sails meet limb, her color darkens to a very robust and bright emerald. She holds herself like a lady, always moving with a delicate grace as if she may cave in on herself. Her limbs are long and delicate, her eyes round and entergetic.
Personality
Finneth is a very soothing creature to her rider. Excitable and at times dreamy, she's a perfect companion to draw out her bonded's good-natured, easy side and help ease his black moods. She's his voice of reason, a fact that most people find surprsing for a green pairing. Despite her often silly and vapid ways, she has an iron core of strength and a surprising amount of common sense, which she often uses for her rider's sake. She's often almost condescendingly amused by her Mine. She finds his rants and ravings and routines to be very silly. Nonetheless, she often worries for him, especially since G'bral and his blue died. She can be very sneaky and when the two were weyrlings, she was often the instigator into many problem situations. She's a bit edgy, a little dark and malicious, but craves attention and love, especially from her rider.
Other
Finneth's mindvoice is a reminder of childhood summers, of children splashing in the river, of running through fields heavy with sunlight. It sounds slightly boyish, but it's not like an older boy. It sounds like a young boy, a child almost, bright with excitement and joy at life. She's a reminder of childhood times. Behind her words, there's almost the sound of the river, of the wind whispering through grass and the feel of sunlight on bare skin. Her inspiration comes from Huckleberry Finn from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. (Color 00FF00)
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Yupyup.
