Post by ise on Jul 30, 2010 21:35:24 GMT -5
Name: D’mian
Age: 30
Rank: Blue Rider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance:At a glance D’mian looks rather average. He stands at about 6’ tall, though he has a bad habit of slouching and looking smaller. He has an athletic build, so he’s no twig and it’s clear that he spends some of his free time working out and staying in shape. His hair is dark brown, a bit on the shaggy side since he hasn’t had it cut in a while. His eyes are a shade of blue-ish purple and tend to roam around. After being a rider since the first Thread returned, he’s got his share of scars and other assorted marks.
Personality: When first meeting D’mian, the man is rather shy and a bit awkward. He’s always respectful and polite but unless he’s talking to weyrleaders or someone else important he’ll rarely look at who he’s speaking to. After getting to know him a bit the man is still a bit quiet and nervous. He fells more at ease with men then he does women and doesn’t care for large gatherings at all. D’mian is highly protective of the weak and anyone else who seems a bit odd. His older scars come from fights he got in during his youth when he would stand up for some of the younger kids.
History: D’mian was born in the northern continent to one of the few families that still lived in one of the weyrs as dragon riders. Even with no threat of Thread, his family still strongly followed their old traditions, working hard to keep one semi active weyr around, if for nothing else to show the newer generations what life had once been like for them. The males in D’mian’s family had always impressed bronze dragons, back as far as anyone could figure out, even his older brother managed to impress the only bronze in a meager hatching. The younger son though was always a little different from the rest of his family. Painfully shy and awkward, the only thing that brought D’mian out of his shell was when he would get in fights with other children. The boy got lucky though and when he was thirteen found himself standing on the sands for a hatching. Though a few eggs produced bronze dragons, it was a blue that D’mian impressed. D’mian’s family was less then pleased by this though and as soon as D’mian had passed his training he left his weyr and started his years of travel, bouncing from place to place.
When Thread fell for the first time in generations, D’mian got lucky. The pair were able to fly to one of the near by mountains and take shelter in the rocks, had Pangth been any slower or bigger the two likely would have died. The two survived though and once the fall had stopped they went out, trying to help anyone they could find. One young man with a blue dragon couldn’t do much. What few people they found alive they directed to the old weyr’s that would at least keep people safe. D’mian kept moving though, unable to stay in one place for long before getting to antsy and needing to go out again to look for others and try to help. The northern continent had too few dragons though and too much Thread fall and D’mian knew it was a lost battle. He started making his way south, hoping that the southern continent would be in better shape.
D’mian’s travels were slow but so long as he could find safe shelter from Thread Fall, the rider didn’t mind. He tried to help anyone he came across and slowly learned more about what had been happening in the south. Nyocia Weyr was mentioned to him along with tales of purple dragons and other strange things. His curiosity and Pangth’s need for other dragons finally led the man to go find the weyr.
Pets: None
Other: Has a good knowledge of dragons and Thread since he was born into one of the few family’s that still knew of such things. Other then that he’s just a normal guy.
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Pangth
Dragon Age: 17
Dragon Size: About 25 meters, a small and sleek blue dragon.
Dragon Color: Blue. He’s a lighter shade of blue (think the blue that a blue jay is) that darkens as it moves down his legs, wings and tail. He’s picked up a few scars of his own that show up almost white on his hide.
Dragon Personality: Pangth is a social dragon. He loves to be around others and enjoys chatting with fellow dragons. He knows he’s small for a blue dragon but his size means he’s more aerodynamic then larger dragons, and Pangth does love being able to fly fast. Pangth has taken it upon himself to act as D’mian’s mother, often nagging the man to stand up straight, make sure he eats all his meals and to go talk to that nice person.
Color Code: (Optional.)
Password: Needlethorn
(i hope my history works well enough for this)
Age: 30
Rank: Blue Rider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance:At a glance D’mian looks rather average. He stands at about 6’ tall, though he has a bad habit of slouching and looking smaller. He has an athletic build, so he’s no twig and it’s clear that he spends some of his free time working out and staying in shape. His hair is dark brown, a bit on the shaggy side since he hasn’t had it cut in a while. His eyes are a shade of blue-ish purple and tend to roam around. After being a rider since the first Thread returned, he’s got his share of scars and other assorted marks.
Personality: When first meeting D’mian, the man is rather shy and a bit awkward. He’s always respectful and polite but unless he’s talking to weyrleaders or someone else important he’ll rarely look at who he’s speaking to. After getting to know him a bit the man is still a bit quiet and nervous. He fells more at ease with men then he does women and doesn’t care for large gatherings at all. D’mian is highly protective of the weak and anyone else who seems a bit odd. His older scars come from fights he got in during his youth when he would stand up for some of the younger kids.
History: D’mian was born in the northern continent to one of the few families that still lived in one of the weyrs as dragon riders. Even with no threat of Thread, his family still strongly followed their old traditions, working hard to keep one semi active weyr around, if for nothing else to show the newer generations what life had once been like for them. The males in D’mian’s family had always impressed bronze dragons, back as far as anyone could figure out, even his older brother managed to impress the only bronze in a meager hatching. The younger son though was always a little different from the rest of his family. Painfully shy and awkward, the only thing that brought D’mian out of his shell was when he would get in fights with other children. The boy got lucky though and when he was thirteen found himself standing on the sands for a hatching. Though a few eggs produced bronze dragons, it was a blue that D’mian impressed. D’mian’s family was less then pleased by this though and as soon as D’mian had passed his training he left his weyr and started his years of travel, bouncing from place to place.
When Thread fell for the first time in generations, D’mian got lucky. The pair were able to fly to one of the near by mountains and take shelter in the rocks, had Pangth been any slower or bigger the two likely would have died. The two survived though and once the fall had stopped they went out, trying to help anyone they could find. One young man with a blue dragon couldn’t do much. What few people they found alive they directed to the old weyr’s that would at least keep people safe. D’mian kept moving though, unable to stay in one place for long before getting to antsy and needing to go out again to look for others and try to help. The northern continent had too few dragons though and too much Thread fall and D’mian knew it was a lost battle. He started making his way south, hoping that the southern continent would be in better shape.
D’mian’s travels were slow but so long as he could find safe shelter from Thread Fall, the rider didn’t mind. He tried to help anyone he came across and slowly learned more about what had been happening in the south. Nyocia Weyr was mentioned to him along with tales of purple dragons and other strange things. His curiosity and Pangth’s need for other dragons finally led the man to go find the weyr.
Pets: None
Other: Has a good knowledge of dragons and Thread since he was born into one of the few family’s that still knew of such things. Other then that he’s just a normal guy.
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Pangth
Dragon Age: 17
Dragon Size: About 25 meters, a small and sleek blue dragon.
Dragon Color: Blue. He’s a lighter shade of blue (think the blue that a blue jay is) that darkens as it moves down his legs, wings and tail. He’s picked up a few scars of his own that show up almost white on his hide.
Dragon Personality: Pangth is a social dragon. He loves to be around others and enjoys chatting with fellow dragons. He knows he’s small for a blue dragon but his size means he’s more aerodynamic then larger dragons, and Pangth does love being able to fly fast. Pangth has taken it upon himself to act as D’mian’s mother, often nagging the man to stand up straight, make sure he eats all his meals and to go talk to that nice person.
Color Code: (Optional.)
Password: Needlethorn
(i hope my history works well enough for this)
