Post by Illia on Nov 25, 2008 19:03:58 GMT -5
Hold a light f r i e n d of mine
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Name :: I'mny
Age :: Thirty-eight turns
Gender :: Male
Rank :: Bluerider l Weyrling Master
Sexuality :: Bisexual
Relations :: None currently.
Sing a song s o l d i e r on
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Height :: 5' 03"
Weight :: 120 lbs.
Build :: I’mny isn't really much of a commanding figure. Being a bit on the thin side, but far from anorexic-looking, most disregard him without much thought as to him being much of a threat in a brawl. He has muscle, but it’s wiry and fitted closely to his body with no fat or bulk to make it appear as if he has any strength to him at all. It’s worked against him several times throughout his turns, but it also allows him to shock many people who decided to discount the smaller man. His face is rather delicately boned, giving him a slightly feminine look that is slightly emphasized by his longer hair. Still, something about the way he holds himself stops people from mislabeling him for a woman, and a fair tan seems to have found itself colouring his skin.
Hair :: He has dark, almost black, hair that falls a bit past his shoulders. It’s thick and straight and he’s lucky that it almost never frizzes. Usually, I’mny lets it hang loose with a small, thin braid that threads its way he right side of his head. If he’s riding, he simply gathers it in a leather thong and tucks it into his riding helmet. I’mny has the art of taking off his helmet and shaking his hair loose of its tie down to an art. Somehow, he manages to make it appear slightly masculine, quite a feat.
Eyes :: His eyes are a bright blue, large, and slightly abnormal looking. With his tanned skin and his dark hair, it’s expected that he has brown eyes or even a dark hazel. Instead, he has a pair of ocean blue eyes that most people may find to be rather attractive. They hold a certain mystery to them, almost appearing to be a bit eerie with his otherwise dark complexion. They are framed by short, thick eyelashes and topped by dark thinner eyebrows.
Clothing :: I’mny tends to wear darker clothing. Some people claim that he has nothing but black pants and dark blue tops. He will, however, wear dark earth tones when the mood strikes. He favors looser clothing, but not to the point that it’s hanging off his thin frame. His clothing’s probably looser because he simply can’t find any clothing that’s small enough to fit closely to his body. Generally, his favoured outfit seems to be a simple, darkly coloured tunic with black leggings and boots, much like several people generally enjoy wearing due to the limited constriction it has on body movememnt.
Markings :: A simple scar stretching from his right brow across the bridge of his nose is the only known thing that mark's I'mny's features.
Accessories :: Not exactly a particularlly 'flashy' man, I'mny doesn't generally wear any sort of accessories on his person. Occasionally, a simple ring may be noticed on his person, but other than that he generally leaves himself bare except for his clothing.
Shine a light for me t o n i g h t
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Commanding
While generally reserved for when he is displaying his position as a Weyrling Master, I'mny is known for being rather loud and forceful when it comes to his orders. Generally projecting things in a way that clearly states he will not tolerate any sort of fooling around, he has even been known to single out one or two Weyrlings per lesson and watch them carefully enough that he can [rather loudly] comment about any sort of mistake they may make in order to set an example. While not a cold-hearted man, I'mny's display of command to those he is in charge of doesn't normally waver, and true compliments from him are rare. Generally, they're in the forme of such phrases as 'Good, you didn't screw up this time'. Some even go as far as saying that he has a relatively condescending attitude.
Demanding
Always expecting the best from his charges, I'mny could be considered particularly harsh and normally pushes those he is intructing to a point of where they should be striving for perfection. While he doesn't necessarily lose his temper, he normally shows just what is expected, and if such a level is not reached a harsh scold or sarcastic comment is generally directed to the individual who failed to comply to his standards. While he doesn't judge or act based on rank [after all, he is a Bluerider], he believes he has other reason for his attitude.
Sarcastic
While not normally overusing sarcasm to a point where it's impossible to get a straight word from him, I'mny's use of the tone is still somewhat infamous. Normally replying in such a way to shoot down suggestions or to insult, it has, nevertheless, been known to be used as a result of his rather dry humour. Needless to say, any sarcasm you hear from this man really shouldn't be taken seriously, though in some cases it can be considered to be rather cynical.
Serious
Playing off his relatively dry humour, I'mny doesn't seem to have a more carefree attitude toward jokes and the like, or if he does he certainly doesn't show it. Generally responding to suggestive wording towards a female individual with a simple, emotionless look, and jokes that were implied to be funny with little difference, one must wonder if perhaps the Rider has ever laughed at all. His duties as a Rider he takes particularly seriously, and he generally regards new Riders, during Threadfall especially, in such a manner that shows he will not be pleased whatsoever if he sees a toe out of line. This doesn't mean he's not social, far from it in fact, just make sure he doesn't catch you goofing off.
Hopeless
Referring more to the aspect of love than anything else, even in the thirty-eight years he's been around he's failed to feel any sort of truely distinct attraction to another individual. Generally not displaying any sort of flirtation habits at all himself, and not noticing those made by others, it's rather hard to tell if he's even vaguely interested in an individual. If he does find that a certain attraction has grown, he either avoids them at all costs, or lashes out in an unneeded fashion. Should his dragon Fly another individual , he normally disappears almost immediately after the Flightlust and any sort of exhaustion vanishes and generally doesn't speak of it again.
Don't be l o n g soldier on
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Childhood
I’mny, formerly Ikomny, was a holdbrat. He has only one sibling, an older sister, and his father was the hold’s beastcrafter and his mother, the Lady Holder’s handservant. His older sister became the Holder’s daughter’s handservant when she turned 11 turns (Ikomny was only four turns). They had the perfect little family. When Ikomny reached ten turns, he was due to apprentice to his father and continue the nice little cycle his family had planned.
However, that never happened. Just as he began his apprenticeship, his sister (now 17 turns) ran off with the Holder’s daughter. Apparently, they had fallen in love. Ikomny’s family was thrown into disgrace. They were forced out of their home and were almost forced out of the hold. The family of three spent a full turn barely getting by with the short term jobs that they managed to hold.
The next turn, though, a trader group came through and Ikomny and his parents went with them. A few days’ ride to the South and they arrived at one the few left weyrs. The second they went into the weyr, a bluerider came to meet them. Apparently, his dragon had very vehemently decided that Ikomny belonged on the Sands. His father wasn’t fond of the idea, but he dealt with it.
Weyr Life
The first time that Ikomny Stood, he failed, but he continued to Stand until, when he was 15 Turns, he was finally Chosen. Again, his father was unhappy. He thought that his son should impress higher than a blue, but I’mny didn’t mind. He was perfectly content with his beautiful Tekisith.
In the turns to come, his father died of a herdbeast injury that quickly became infected. He just never recovered from it and it had hurt both his wife and his son. On top of all of that, the decreasing in the numbers of dragons had begun to worry I'mny. He didn't like the thought that he could be part of a dying generation. He thought that dragons were important, even if it was just to save Pern from meteors. On one of the more recent missions to rid the air of one, Tekisith was injured, but was able to recover. It made I'mny bitter to see that his dragon had to take a blow because dragons were no longer considered important.
When the clutch was laid in the volcano, I'mny knew that something big, something important was going to come of it. Dragons didn't change their patterns for nothing. When the violet and the tans became prevalent, he knew he had been right. But the return of Threadfall made him wish he'd been wrong. He was one of the few the escape the first fall unscathed, but his mother died due to inadequate Threadproof homes. Her death really hurt him, but he knew that he needed to focus on the survival of their continent, since the Northern continent was soon found to be lost.
With the death of the old Weyrling Master, I'mny vied to take his place, hoping to make a difference through the training of the young 'brats. Tekisith wasn't too happy about the idea, but he really didn't have a choice.
Whose to say that you were r i g h t
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Pets :: None currently
Other Notes :: Nothing known.
Password :: Needlethorn
And I was w r o n g soldier on
d r a g o n i n f o --
Dragon Name :: Tekisith
Dragon Age :: Twenty-three turns
Dragon Size :: Twenty-three meters
Dragon Appearance :: Consisting of a build that is thin and lithe, much like his trainer, Tekisith is known for being among the smaller Blues in the Weyr. Despite his relatively small wingspan, which he has learned to cope with quite well, his is extremely quick and agile; fully capable of performing complex maneuvers in order to impress any possible mates he chooses to Chase. Being a deep blue, almost black, in colour, his wing membranes are only slightly lighter in shade; though there is a jagged scar across his muzzle, which is a lasting memory of Threadscore.
Dragon Personality :: Tekisith is a quirky little dragon. He doesn’t really like any humans besides His. He tends to ignore them, not even talking about them. With other dragons, on the other hand, he’s very sociable. He has a great, but selective, memory. He isn’t fond of Bronzes and is very fond of Greens. Unlike his rider, he has no issue flirting and, much to his rider’s distaste, he likes to take Chase after many females that choose to Rise [particularly Greens].
Colour Code :: 000066
Come the day come the night but I'll be g o n e
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To The Staff :: Adopted character, originally belonged to 'ryanne' and thus most of this was their design. I merely only reformatted it a bit and expanded on what was already given in some areas.
Credits :: Song lyrics Soldier On by Oasis
