Post by Xinnai on Jul 29, 2008 23:27:07 GMT -8
Name: M'sella (Monsella)
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty six turns
Rank: Brownrider
Wing: Shine (Igen Weyr, 6th Pass Turn 43)
He’s a rather tall man, by no means short. He’s a rangy man at his lean 6’1”. He appears nearly malnourished in his appearance; thin to the extreme. He’s gaunt, either by the toll of Thread on a body or whether by genetics alone. Hair is a thick covering atop his thin face; a veritable thatch of shocking black against skin darkly tanned from living mainly out of doors. Within a rawboned face, dark eyes are deeply set over a slightly hooked nose and a wide mouth with thin lips. He appears to have subtle Caminar origins. Of course, no one would ever admit it within the family, but the look is definitely there. There are small nicks of long scars of threadscore about his hands; there’s a particularly vivid gash that covers a large portion of his back, evidence to the very real danger dragonriding in his time imposes.
His long-limbed body is clothed in the norm for most riders; the standard vest, tunic and trousers, but he usually throws something in just for the fun of it; a violently maroon scarf, a belt of rainbow-colored fibers. He appears very raw and elemental in appearance-he often looks hawkish in looks and very intense, especially within his visually expressive face. He’s a very expressive man, no doubt about it, and his looks reflect this aspect of himself.
He’s emotional, dramatic and extremely expressive, though not to the extent where he drives himself or his dragon mad. He’s a very easygoing and jovial sort, though his turns of fighting his mortal enemy atop a flaming dragon have worn at this. His emotional upheavals can also give him over to be very abrupt. As a spry young thing, he was known as the life of the party and was defined more for his curiousity and comedic skills within his weyrling class more than those assets pertaining to dragonriding. Over the turns, this tomfoolery has transformed into a much more serious nature than would ever have expected of M’sella when he was first impressed. When given the chance though, he’d have a wild night out at the drop of the hat and can come back to his boisterous self. The constant fighting, however, has left him fatigued within his body and soul. The sight of injured dragons and men and going to too many funerals than any man should in his lifetime has permanently scarred him as much as any Thread could. He’s a very loyal man, as the color of his dragon would bolster. He loves his wing and wingmates almost as much he does his dragon and can assume leadership easily when called to it. He fights for them as much as he does his Weyr and the lives of those who live on Pern.
He does not consider himself brave or exceptionally honorable; he does as expected and when he’s exhausted, he digs down deeper within himself and pulls out the reserves. He loves Josteth with his entire being and would throw himself in front of any sort of enemy to protect the brown. He’s had the few tempestuous affairs in his life, though nothing has been significant. Josteth has an impression history for his victory at greenflights, but no clear mate has been established for the pair. Their lives are too consumed by Thread and death to open up to any sort of love there. M’sella does not hide from such a thing, but he is certainly wary about it. In his life, the good die young and those who become old and withered are usually too embittered by their lives and losses to find much joy in it. He is loathe to become such a person-he’d rather die flaming in the sky than in a bed, creaky with age, as his heart gave out. Still, M’sella finds himself hating his duty as he is called out for each fight, wondering just who might be next. He doesn’t want it to be him.
M'sella impressed at Igen Weyr in the first thirty turns of the 6th Pass. Before his time as a rider, he lived and breathed at Igen Hold. He was the son of the second wife of the Lord Holder, though from a different, and widowed, marriage. His stepfather did not detest or even dislike the young boy that came with his new wife. In fact, the two were practically smitten at first sight. The man became the only father that M’sella knew, his own having died in a freak accident when he was a very young child. He had a very privileged upbringing. Within these formative years, he befriended those who lived at the hold with him and often ran around with a pack of other children, causing the mayhem and trouble that children do. When he was thirteen, his mother and stepfather had a child-a son who was directly related to the Bloodline at Igen. Monsella was a gentle older brother, and often looked after his sibling when others were preoccupied. At sixteen, he was searched at Igen and became the bonded of brown Josteth. M’sella, as he had become, was kept in careful check from getting into trouble by his dragon during their time as weyrlings. Since graduating weyrlinghood, M’sella and Josteth have fought Threadfall with diligence and honor, something no one would have thought possible of the wisecracking young boy. They’ve fought the Pernese enemy furiously, but accidents have happened mostly due to Josteth's size and relative lack of agility. M’sella is several years older than his wingleader, Br’ven, but has settled in nicely amongst the others of the Shine wing. He’s extremely loyal and dedicated to both his leader and fellow wingmates. Some, though, have begun to see the noticeable strain that fighting has put upon M’sella. They’ve suggested he take a break, if only for a few sevendays to recoup. It was not only Thread that could kill riders. The brownrider has vehemently argued against it, though he is starting to wonder himself if he should not heed their advice…
Dragon's Name: Josteth
Color: Brown
Age: Twenty turns
Size: Very large, for a brown
He’s large, very large for a brown, on par with about a bronze. He’s not clumsy, per se, but his size does deter him, especially when fighting Thread. Because of his size and his non-agility he has several Thread scars scattered liberally about his dark, nearly black, hide. Especially evident is the recent threadscore that mars one paw. It’s an ugly wound and deep. Given time, it would still not heal completely and would must likely give the brown a limp. Despite his battle scars, Josteth does appear to be a handsome beast. His size is relatively lean for one so large. He has a hint of elegance, of the iron will that both he and his rider possess in the carriage of his head, in the twist of sinuous frame and the way clear, level eyes can look at someone. Scales are a rich, dark chocolate color that appears to be black once seen, though has hints of a lighter brown whenever he moves. At his nose, however, there’s a faint graying about his muzzle.
Josteth is to most what normal browns are. He’s very steady, dependable and has many of the qualities of a wingsecond. He’s able to lead when the necessity arises, but is most comfortable taking commands and then organizing the said plans. He’s a manager, not a planner. He has a will that could not be broken. He’s not stubborn, but is very determined. He’s been characterized mostly as going with the flow and taking the punches as they come. He has a very dry sense of humor and often teases his rider like most dragons do. The love he holds for M’sella far exceeds anything a human could feel. They are partners, they are a team, they are a unit that cannot be broken by anyone or anything. He has supreme control of himself. Rather than cater to his own needs, he puts those of others first and foremost before focusing on his own. He’s a good fellow, with high morals and a heightened sense of right and wrong.
Josteth’s mindvoice is smooth and rich, a blend of control and a very laidback dragon. It reminds one of liquid chocolate; silken and rich with undertones of the sensual, the dark. It goes to odds against his grit and near stubborn sense of self, but follows exactly with the hint of elegance in his battle-scarred frame. A study of contrasts. (Color 5E2612)
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Si, si.
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty six turns
Rank: Brownrider
Wing: Shine (Igen Weyr, 6th Pass Turn 43)
Physical Description
He’s a rather tall man, by no means short. He’s a rangy man at his lean 6’1”. He appears nearly malnourished in his appearance; thin to the extreme. He’s gaunt, either by the toll of Thread on a body or whether by genetics alone. Hair is a thick covering atop his thin face; a veritable thatch of shocking black against skin darkly tanned from living mainly out of doors. Within a rawboned face, dark eyes are deeply set over a slightly hooked nose and a wide mouth with thin lips. He appears to have subtle Caminar origins. Of course, no one would ever admit it within the family, but the look is definitely there. There are small nicks of long scars of threadscore about his hands; there’s a particularly vivid gash that covers a large portion of his back, evidence to the very real danger dragonriding in his time imposes.
His long-limbed body is clothed in the norm for most riders; the standard vest, tunic and trousers, but he usually throws something in just for the fun of it; a violently maroon scarf, a belt of rainbow-colored fibers. He appears very raw and elemental in appearance-he often looks hawkish in looks and very intense, especially within his visually expressive face. He’s a very expressive man, no doubt about it, and his looks reflect this aspect of himself.
Personality
He’s emotional, dramatic and extremely expressive, though not to the extent where he drives himself or his dragon mad. He’s a very easygoing and jovial sort, though his turns of fighting his mortal enemy atop a flaming dragon have worn at this. His emotional upheavals can also give him over to be very abrupt. As a spry young thing, he was known as the life of the party and was defined more for his curiousity and comedic skills within his weyrling class more than those assets pertaining to dragonriding. Over the turns, this tomfoolery has transformed into a much more serious nature than would ever have expected of M’sella when he was first impressed. When given the chance though, he’d have a wild night out at the drop of the hat and can come back to his boisterous self. The constant fighting, however, has left him fatigued within his body and soul. The sight of injured dragons and men and going to too many funerals than any man should in his lifetime has permanently scarred him as much as any Thread could. He’s a very loyal man, as the color of his dragon would bolster. He loves his wing and wingmates almost as much he does his dragon and can assume leadership easily when called to it. He fights for them as much as he does his Weyr and the lives of those who live on Pern.
He does not consider himself brave or exceptionally honorable; he does as expected and when he’s exhausted, he digs down deeper within himself and pulls out the reserves. He loves Josteth with his entire being and would throw himself in front of any sort of enemy to protect the brown. He’s had the few tempestuous affairs in his life, though nothing has been significant. Josteth has an impression history for his victory at greenflights, but no clear mate has been established for the pair. Their lives are too consumed by Thread and death to open up to any sort of love there. M’sella does not hide from such a thing, but he is certainly wary about it. In his life, the good die young and those who become old and withered are usually too embittered by their lives and losses to find much joy in it. He is loathe to become such a person-he’d rather die flaming in the sky than in a bed, creaky with age, as his heart gave out. Still, M’sella finds himself hating his duty as he is called out for each fight, wondering just who might be next. He doesn’t want it to be him.
Background
M'sella impressed at Igen Weyr in the first thirty turns of the 6th Pass. Before his time as a rider, he lived and breathed at Igen Hold. He was the son of the second wife of the Lord Holder, though from a different, and widowed, marriage. His stepfather did not detest or even dislike the young boy that came with his new wife. In fact, the two were practically smitten at first sight. The man became the only father that M’sella knew, his own having died in a freak accident when he was a very young child. He had a very privileged upbringing. Within these formative years, he befriended those who lived at the hold with him and often ran around with a pack of other children, causing the mayhem and trouble that children do. When he was thirteen, his mother and stepfather had a child-a son who was directly related to the Bloodline at Igen. Monsella was a gentle older brother, and often looked after his sibling when others were preoccupied. At sixteen, he was searched at Igen and became the bonded of brown Josteth. M’sella, as he had become, was kept in careful check from getting into trouble by his dragon during their time as weyrlings. Since graduating weyrlinghood, M’sella and Josteth have fought Threadfall with diligence and honor, something no one would have thought possible of the wisecracking young boy. They’ve fought the Pernese enemy furiously, but accidents have happened mostly due to Josteth's size and relative lack of agility. M’sella is several years older than his wingleader, Br’ven, but has settled in nicely amongst the others of the Shine wing. He’s extremely loyal and dedicated to both his leader and fellow wingmates. Some, though, have begun to see the noticeable strain that fighting has put upon M’sella. They’ve suggested he take a break, if only for a few sevendays to recoup. It was not only Thread that could kill riders. The brownrider has vehemently argued against it, though he is starting to wonder himself if he should not heed their advice…
Dragon
Dragon's Name: Josteth
Color: Brown
Age: Twenty turns
Size: Very large, for a brown
Physical Description
He’s large, very large for a brown, on par with about a bronze. He’s not clumsy, per se, but his size does deter him, especially when fighting Thread. Because of his size and his non-agility he has several Thread scars scattered liberally about his dark, nearly black, hide. Especially evident is the recent threadscore that mars one paw. It’s an ugly wound and deep. Given time, it would still not heal completely and would must likely give the brown a limp. Despite his battle scars, Josteth does appear to be a handsome beast. His size is relatively lean for one so large. He has a hint of elegance, of the iron will that both he and his rider possess in the carriage of his head, in the twist of sinuous frame and the way clear, level eyes can look at someone. Scales are a rich, dark chocolate color that appears to be black once seen, though has hints of a lighter brown whenever he moves. At his nose, however, there’s a faint graying about his muzzle.
Personality
Josteth is to most what normal browns are. He’s very steady, dependable and has many of the qualities of a wingsecond. He’s able to lead when the necessity arises, but is most comfortable taking commands and then organizing the said plans. He’s a manager, not a planner. He has a will that could not be broken. He’s not stubborn, but is very determined. He’s been characterized mostly as going with the flow and taking the punches as they come. He has a very dry sense of humor and often teases his rider like most dragons do. The love he holds for M’sella far exceeds anything a human could feel. They are partners, they are a team, they are a unit that cannot be broken by anyone or anything. He has supreme control of himself. Rather than cater to his own needs, he puts those of others first and foremost before focusing on his own. He’s a good fellow, with high morals and a heightened sense of right and wrong.
Other
Josteth’s mindvoice is smooth and rich, a blend of control and a very laidback dragon. It reminds one of liquid chocolate; silken and rich with undertones of the sensual, the dark. It goes to odds against his grit and near stubborn sense of self, but follows exactly with the hint of elegance in his battle-scarred frame. A study of contrasts. (Color 5E2612)
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Si, si.
