Post by Missa on May 20, 2008 2:44:31 GMT -5
Name: D'nor (Dellanoran)
Age: Twenty-Two Turns
Rank: Green-Rider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: The first thing that is noticed about D'nor, is he's plain. There's nothing on him that screams 'look at me', not his height, not his looks. He's not to-die-for handsome, he doesn't even fall under the attractive collum. Yet, at the same time, D'nor isn't devistatingly ugly either, he isn't horribly scarred, or maimed. His features aren't those that you want to gaze at longingly, wishing he would look your way, but nor are they such that you wish you'd never set eyes on him. They're just... Plain, there's nothing out of the ordinary about them, nothing that would make you look twice.
Normally, children on Pern are born with dark hair, brown, or black. Rarely are the fair haired blondes found, even rarer are the red-heads. Rare as they are, that's the colour of D'nor's hair. The straight strands are neither overly short, nor long, they fall long enough to nearly fall into his eyes, brushing his ears and the back of his neck. His skin is pale, so that too much time spent under Rukbat's rays burns it to a bright red, yet unlike some, it doesn't brown. Instead, it has the rather annoying effect of a young dragonet's skin, flaking and itching, before peeling, leaving new skin the same as it was before being burnt. In some places, those more often exposed to Rukbat, there may be a splattering of freckles, though these seem to be fading as Del gets older.
D'nor's smile is slightly crooked, as though it's half-hearted, or mocking the person it's directed at. In short, it's not dazzling, yet it doesn't resemble a grimace. Reddish lashes aren't overly thick, yet it doesn't appear as though he has none either. Strange as his eyes are, they don't exactly stand out in any way. Not overly large, they seem to be a rather odd mix between blue and grey. There's no dominent colour, they seem to mix perfectly, like the swirling of clouds in the sky, or water on the beach, each melting into the next. Every one of his emotions are written on his face or in his eyes, there's no hiding what he feels.
Personality: D'nor can only be called a darling, or an idiot, your choice. At twenty-two turns, he seems conviced he can shoulder all of Pern's problems and make it better. He has this natural urge to help, to heal, if help is desired D'nor is willing to give that and more. Anything that is asked of him to be perfectly honest, it's not like D'nor is an overly trusting person however, he just believes there has to be some good in everyone. If help was required by anyone, and D'nor had the ability to help them, he would even at a risk to his own life. Like his mother, Del is sweet, he has a tendency to take people under his wing and look out for them. A sort of 'adoption', though he refuses to mother over anyone, knowing full well just how annoying it is. He often acts as a brother, or friend in most situations.
Despite his normally easy going nature, D'nor does have a temper. It's hard to fire up though and will take more than just a few petty insults to get him angry, once he's angry however, D'nor is even harder to calm down. It's like trying to put out a fire that has an endless supply of fuel, almost impossible. Even so, D'nor will always admit just when he's been wrong and will apologise, or forget, one of the two. He doesn't like arguing, and likes even less being involved in an argument, however, he'll put himself in the 'line of fire' if it means standing up for a friend.
D'nor has a pretty much no existent ego, it's not so large that it has it's own orbital system and he's not likely to care if someone attacks what little ego he does have. D'nor will always put more than one hundred perfect into everythign he tries and won't start anything unless he's willing to finish it. The bad side to this is the when D'nor put his mind to something, everything else just fades into the background, takes a back seat to what it is that he's working on in that particular moment. Del appreciates the simple things, and tries not to take anything for granted.
History: vD'nor's life was always simple, there was nothing he longed for, wished for. He had a family, a rather close-knit one and though had no siblings, had enought friends to last him for a fair while. He needed nothing, there were always suitable clothes on his back and strong shoes on his feet.
Lellian, D'nor's mother, is a sweet person, middle aged at thirty-three turns. D'nor was rarely allowed too far from her sight for the fear that she'd lose him, thus why she was completely doting on her only child. D'nor's birth was a fairly easy one as births go, there were no life-threatening complications and the babe was born healthy and strong. Yet, even years after, Lellian couldn't concieve, couldn't carry a child to term for what ever reason. From a young age, D'nor showed an apptitude for healing, almost like he felt he owed the word something, everytime he left, he was always bringing stray canines or injured felines home to help them before releasing them once more. Even with this gift for it, he was never sent to healer Hall, mostly because Erina didn't want to let him go, didn't want him out of her sight and at the younger ages, D'nor was reluctant to leave the familliar surroundings.
No disaster struck D'nor's life, the most dramtic thing in his mind being the way his voice cracked and boomed for what seemed like forever. A highly embarrassing part of life. It settled a few months after he turned sixteen, something he was highly grateful for. Sevendays later, a dragon visited the hold, the brown looking over all the hold brats with what seemed to Del, like a critical eye. Finally, the rider chose a few from the group, and approached Del. Asking the silliest question he'd ever heard.
"Would you like to come to the weyr as a candidate?" His parents agreed, proud of him.
He stood for the clutch, watching almost uneasily, as shell after shell broke, his eyes settling on each one. It wasn't until a green barrelled into him from tripping over her long tail that Del reaslied he was even on teh sands, then came the apologetic.
Oh Mine! So sorry, your Laukarth didn't see you standing there, you looked like everyone else and her silly tail kept getting in the way! De- Lor- Del- D'norMine, why do you have such a long name? Your Laukarth will shorten it for you. D'nor. Yes, hm, Mine I have this achje in my belly, feed me? What else could he say? Except,
"Of course Laukarth!" Turns after wards, it was a simple stroll along the beach, watching Laukarth in teh water, when teh bgreen became suddenly interested in the caves not far from the shore, demanding D'nor go look. Many scratches from a gold later, he came away with poor, terrified Ganesa clinging to his shirt.
Pets: Green Flitt Ganesa.
Ganesa seems to be a dark emerald colour, though the shades of green over her hide vary, seeming to melt into each other as it fades from almost black at her muzzle tip to a bright, almost blinding acid green at the very tip of her tail. Pretty in some ways, this little flitt does nothing to attract attention, much like Hers. Upon hatching, it was obvious there was something wrong with little Ganesa, her right wing seemingly only half formed, making it almost impossible for her to fly, Ganesa often injures herself when trying to do so and will often hide in D'nor's shirt instead of bothering
Name: Sweetie
Colour: Barred
Name: Kellris
Colour: Brown
Other:
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Laukarth
Dragon Age: Six turns
Dragon Size: 19 meters
Dragon Color: A beautiful, brilliant green, Laukarth is the color of new grass. Not a true emerald, but brighter in hue, with yellow touches, Laukarth is truly a beautiful creature. A splash of very pale green runs up her muzzle, down her spine, and splitting to follow to the two ends of her tail. Small, dark green speckles spread across her muzzle and haunches like freckles, giving her a cheerful and girlish look which seems to carry on into her personality.
Small and delicate-looking from the side, Laukarth is actually rather barrel-chested. However, it is hidden by her long, graceful neck and longer, whippy tail. Much louder, vocally, then her siblings, this dragon can match a bronze’s bugle with little effort, and it’s just about impossible for her not to be heard. This incredible lung power also lets her fly much longer than other greens, which is a good thing, as her long, slim wings don’t give her much endurance power, but she can fly faster than most dragons at the Weyr, regardless of size.
Dragon Personality: Playful and fun-loving, Laukarth is never one to get angry. Rather, she is something of a peacemaker at heart, and will mediate any disagreement she can, rather than getting embroiled in battles. If necessary, she’ll even run away from trouble, though if she is ever backed into a corner, or if anyone she loves is threatened, she’ll fight like a hellion, giving no quarter. She loves to hear stories, especially if Hers tells them, and will stay still for nothing else.
More than anything, Laukarth adores learning new things, and will willingly go to lessons, sometimes even asking for more lessons just so that she can learn new things about people. She tends to eavesdrop on conversations, and will cheerfully stream the information to Hers, which tends to give Hers informations she probably shouldn’t know. Despite this, Laukarth is exceedingly shy, she talks to others very rarely, and often with a shy mumble instead of her loud and proud voice normally. she often will try to hide behind Hers, though this doesn't work as well as it did once.
Mind voice Mind-voice: She gets extremely loud when she’s excited, and having to be reminded sometimes to speak quietly, especially when younger. The only time she’s ever quiet is when she’s around a male dragon she really likes, and her shyness asserts itself. Very pretty and girlish, almost coquettish, sounds incredibly female. It will come as no surprise to see her flirting, or gathering a male following, Only rarely will this dragon raise her voice above a moderate tone
Color Code: Limegreen
Compliments to Neeuq on SHW for Laukarth.
Password: NeedleThorn
Age: Twenty-Two Turns
Rank: Green-Rider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: The first thing that is noticed about D'nor, is he's plain. There's nothing on him that screams 'look at me', not his height, not his looks. He's not to-die-for handsome, he doesn't even fall under the attractive collum. Yet, at the same time, D'nor isn't devistatingly ugly either, he isn't horribly scarred, or maimed. His features aren't those that you want to gaze at longingly, wishing he would look your way, but nor are they such that you wish you'd never set eyes on him. They're just... Plain, there's nothing out of the ordinary about them, nothing that would make you look twice.
Normally, children on Pern are born with dark hair, brown, or black. Rarely are the fair haired blondes found, even rarer are the red-heads. Rare as they are, that's the colour of D'nor's hair. The straight strands are neither overly short, nor long, they fall long enough to nearly fall into his eyes, brushing his ears and the back of his neck. His skin is pale, so that too much time spent under Rukbat's rays burns it to a bright red, yet unlike some, it doesn't brown. Instead, it has the rather annoying effect of a young dragonet's skin, flaking and itching, before peeling, leaving new skin the same as it was before being burnt. In some places, those more often exposed to Rukbat, there may be a splattering of freckles, though these seem to be fading as Del gets older.
D'nor's smile is slightly crooked, as though it's half-hearted, or mocking the person it's directed at. In short, it's not dazzling, yet it doesn't resemble a grimace. Reddish lashes aren't overly thick, yet it doesn't appear as though he has none either. Strange as his eyes are, they don't exactly stand out in any way. Not overly large, they seem to be a rather odd mix between blue and grey. There's no dominent colour, they seem to mix perfectly, like the swirling of clouds in the sky, or water on the beach, each melting into the next. Every one of his emotions are written on his face or in his eyes, there's no hiding what he feels.
Personality: D'nor can only be called a darling, or an idiot, your choice. At twenty-two turns, he seems conviced he can shoulder all of Pern's problems and make it better. He has this natural urge to help, to heal, if help is desired D'nor is willing to give that and more. Anything that is asked of him to be perfectly honest, it's not like D'nor is an overly trusting person however, he just believes there has to be some good in everyone. If help was required by anyone, and D'nor had the ability to help them, he would even at a risk to his own life. Like his mother, Del is sweet, he has a tendency to take people under his wing and look out for them. A sort of 'adoption', though he refuses to mother over anyone, knowing full well just how annoying it is. He often acts as a brother, or friend in most situations.
Despite his normally easy going nature, D'nor does have a temper. It's hard to fire up though and will take more than just a few petty insults to get him angry, once he's angry however, D'nor is even harder to calm down. It's like trying to put out a fire that has an endless supply of fuel, almost impossible. Even so, D'nor will always admit just when he's been wrong and will apologise, or forget, one of the two. He doesn't like arguing, and likes even less being involved in an argument, however, he'll put himself in the 'line of fire' if it means standing up for a friend.
D'nor has a pretty much no existent ego, it's not so large that it has it's own orbital system and he's not likely to care if someone attacks what little ego he does have. D'nor will always put more than one hundred perfect into everythign he tries and won't start anything unless he's willing to finish it. The bad side to this is the when D'nor put his mind to something, everything else just fades into the background, takes a back seat to what it is that he's working on in that particular moment. Del appreciates the simple things, and tries not to take anything for granted.
History: vD'nor's life was always simple, there was nothing he longed for, wished for. He had a family, a rather close-knit one and though had no siblings, had enought friends to last him for a fair while. He needed nothing, there were always suitable clothes on his back and strong shoes on his feet.
Lellian, D'nor's mother, is a sweet person, middle aged at thirty-three turns. D'nor was rarely allowed too far from her sight for the fear that she'd lose him, thus why she was completely doting on her only child. D'nor's birth was a fairly easy one as births go, there were no life-threatening complications and the babe was born healthy and strong. Yet, even years after, Lellian couldn't concieve, couldn't carry a child to term for what ever reason. From a young age, D'nor showed an apptitude for healing, almost like he felt he owed the word something, everytime he left, he was always bringing stray canines or injured felines home to help them before releasing them once more. Even with this gift for it, he was never sent to healer Hall, mostly because Erina didn't want to let him go, didn't want him out of her sight and at the younger ages, D'nor was reluctant to leave the familliar surroundings.
No disaster struck D'nor's life, the most dramtic thing in his mind being the way his voice cracked and boomed for what seemed like forever. A highly embarrassing part of life. It settled a few months after he turned sixteen, something he was highly grateful for. Sevendays later, a dragon visited the hold, the brown looking over all the hold brats with what seemed to Del, like a critical eye. Finally, the rider chose a few from the group, and approached Del. Asking the silliest question he'd ever heard.
"Would you like to come to the weyr as a candidate?" His parents agreed, proud of him.
He stood for the clutch, watching almost uneasily, as shell after shell broke, his eyes settling on each one. It wasn't until a green barrelled into him from tripping over her long tail that Del reaslied he was even on teh sands, then came the apologetic.
Oh Mine! So sorry, your Laukarth didn't see you standing there, you looked like everyone else and her silly tail kept getting in the way! De- Lor- Del- D'norMine, why do you have such a long name? Your Laukarth will shorten it for you. D'nor. Yes, hm, Mine I have this achje in my belly, feed me? What else could he say? Except,
"Of course Laukarth!" Turns after wards, it was a simple stroll along the beach, watching Laukarth in teh water, when teh bgreen became suddenly interested in the caves not far from the shore, demanding D'nor go look. Many scratches from a gold later, he came away with poor, terrified Ganesa clinging to his shirt.
Pets: Green Flitt Ganesa.
Ganesa seems to be a dark emerald colour, though the shades of green over her hide vary, seeming to melt into each other as it fades from almost black at her muzzle tip to a bright, almost blinding acid green at the very tip of her tail. Pretty in some ways, this little flitt does nothing to attract attention, much like Hers. Upon hatching, it was obvious there was something wrong with little Ganesa, her right wing seemingly only half formed, making it almost impossible for her to fly, Ganesa often injures herself when trying to do so and will often hide in D'nor's shirt instead of bothering
Name: Sweetie
Colour: Barred
Name: Kellris
Colour: Brown
Other:
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Laukarth
Dragon Age: Six turns
Dragon Size: 19 meters
Dragon Color: A beautiful, brilliant green, Laukarth is the color of new grass. Not a true emerald, but brighter in hue, with yellow touches, Laukarth is truly a beautiful creature. A splash of very pale green runs up her muzzle, down her spine, and splitting to follow to the two ends of her tail. Small, dark green speckles spread across her muzzle and haunches like freckles, giving her a cheerful and girlish look which seems to carry on into her personality.
Small and delicate-looking from the side, Laukarth is actually rather barrel-chested. However, it is hidden by her long, graceful neck and longer, whippy tail. Much louder, vocally, then her siblings, this dragon can match a bronze’s bugle with little effort, and it’s just about impossible for her not to be heard. This incredible lung power also lets her fly much longer than other greens, which is a good thing, as her long, slim wings don’t give her much endurance power, but she can fly faster than most dragons at the Weyr, regardless of size.
Dragon Personality: Playful and fun-loving, Laukarth is never one to get angry. Rather, she is something of a peacemaker at heart, and will mediate any disagreement she can, rather than getting embroiled in battles. If necessary, she’ll even run away from trouble, though if she is ever backed into a corner, or if anyone she loves is threatened, she’ll fight like a hellion, giving no quarter. She loves to hear stories, especially if Hers tells them, and will stay still for nothing else.
More than anything, Laukarth adores learning new things, and will willingly go to lessons, sometimes even asking for more lessons just so that she can learn new things about people. She tends to eavesdrop on conversations, and will cheerfully stream the information to Hers, which tends to give Hers informations she probably shouldn’t know. Despite this, Laukarth is exceedingly shy, she talks to others very rarely, and often with a shy mumble instead of her loud and proud voice normally. she often will try to hide behind Hers, though this doesn't work as well as it did once.
Mind voice Mind-voice: She gets extremely loud when she’s excited, and having to be reminded sometimes to speak quietly, especially when younger. The only time she’s ever quiet is when she’s around a male dragon she really likes, and her shyness asserts itself. Very pretty and girlish, almost coquettish, sounds incredibly female. It will come as no surprise to see her flirting, or gathering a male following, Only rarely will this dragon raise her voice above a moderate tone
Color Code: Limegreen
Compliments to Neeuq on SHW for Laukarth.
Password: NeedleThorn
