Post by Missa on Jun 1, 2008 21:53:28 GMT -5
Name: F'ynch (Fylnarach)
Age: Twenty-Two Turns
Rank: Blue Rider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: F'ynch is rather hard to describe, words not really doing this young man much justice. Right from the beginning, he's been rather short for a man, standing at only 5'8", though with a stocky build that suits his dragon as perfectly as one's body can. While short, F'ynch doesn't seem to mind, he feels that it is easier to slip past unnoticed if he is shorter, and finds it easier to slip into the back ground.
F'ynch's appearance seems to constantly surprise people for some reason, though not even Truth has figured it out. Where most people on Pern are tanned, F'ynch's skin is a beautifully smooth coffee like colour, neither light nor dark. His hair is long for a man's, brushing his shoulders and is long enough to be pulled back in a small runner tail. The colour is of the deepest black, it seems like night it's self has been woven amoungst the colour that so closely resembles raven feathers.
Perhaps the only thing that is truely remarkable about F'ynch is his bird like appearance and attitude, thus what earned his name. Features are small and sharp like, eyes flitting about and never remaining still for long. A deep, unforgiving brown, much like the colour of melted chocolate, F'ynch's eyes might truely be called beautiful with the flecks of amber through his dark eyes. F'ynch's eyes seem to warn you not to come any closer, to warn that there are secrets behind the bird like appearance that he doesn't want to share.
Personality: F'ynch has a quick mind like any bird and is constantly thinking up new ways to get out of trouble, or wade directly into it. Like his mind, Fynch's tongue is sharp, leaping to his defense when quick reflexes don't work - though this condems him as much as it helps him. Fynch usually forgets to think before he speaks, and acts before he speaks, such a combination is never good.
F'ynch likes to show the world he's brave, tough, he hates showing pain and is remarkably reserved and solemn. He's seen alot of the world and he's not sure he likes what he's seen. On the inside though, he's deeply wounded by his family ignoring his Impression, and any mention of family will have the reasonably happy man clamming up and avoiding the person. He doesn't want to get hurt again, and he knows that's all family and love gets you. He might want love, but he's too terrified to risk it.
Never one to care what people think, F'ynch will say what's on his mind, never mind the consequences. He's rather manipulative though, and will play to what he thinks is in his best interests, whether that be goading them to anger or pretending patheticness. Which ever way will get him off the hook. F'ynch is extremely possessive over his things, anything that he sees as his is protected like a feline protecting her cubs.
If there are any truely good points about F'ynch, it is his devotion and loyatly to things he puts his mind to. Should someone get past the strong barriers, F'ynch would be completely devoted to that one person, loving and attentive, possessive and protective.
History: F'ynch, was born a trader lad by the name of Fylnarach to Narach and Fyla. His parents had tried a while to have a child, and when F'ynch was born a normal, healthy little boy, they were over joyed. As traders, they tended to move around a lot, without a fixed home and F'ynch quickly learnt not to get too attatched to the boys - or girls - that he made friends with on the brief visits to holds.
Growing up was easy for F'ynch, even with the occasional struggle of always moving. As an only child, he had his parents constant attention that never wavered, and no one to fight for the last of the meal his mother cooked. At the same time though, the Istan born boy rarely found the time to get close to the others in the caravan, too busy helping his father with things.
It was only at eleven that the biggest event happened in his life. The caravan had stopped at a hold, filling up supplies when F'ynch found himself being called over by a stranger he didn't know. Apparently, the man was a rider and his dragon assumed he would make a good candidate, of course, F'ynch was more than happy to agree though his parents thought him too young to really be allowed to go. Never the less, they allowed it, and F'ynch was taken to teh weyr to stand at the clutch.
It was only a sevenday after he'd been there that the dragons began to hum and he found himself on the sands in white robes, watching all the eggs intently. Other eggs hatched before the powdery blue one that pushed from his shell and gave the candidates a very brief glance before trotting over to Fylnarach.
F'ynchMine. Truth has found you. No one else will do for me. Come F'ynch, I am hungry. And with that, Fylnarach became F'ynch of blue Truth.
Around his fifteenth turn came the time Truth finally allowed himself to chase the greens, teasing his bonded before he did so. It was not long after this flight - which Truth had lost - that F'ynch discovered he preffered males to females. This didn't stop Truth chasing every green that rose, but it was a relief to know... Sort of.
Pets: Brown Flitt Snappy
Other:
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Truth
Dragon Age: Eleven Turns
Dragon Size: 23 meters
Dragon Color: Truth is a small blue, right down to the fact that he's practically a runt for his colour, he doesn't mind though, mostly due to the fact that this gives him a speed and agility he's rather proud of. Though small and slender, Truth's build is stocky and strong rather than delicate, with a barrel chest and strong, powerful legs. His wings are much larger than normal and are coloured a pale, sky blue along the wing sails, fading into the darker powedery blue the dominates his body.
Over all, Truth is a powdery blue colour, the shade rarely varies except on his neck ridges and eye ridges, these fading to a much darker blue. Across his back like a dusting of dots, or rain drops, are very pale blue 'freckles', beginning at his back and continuing to teh base of his tail.
Dragon Personality: Truth seems aptly named, like most dragons he won't lie for anyone, not even his rider. Even if that gets his rider in trouble, in fact, that seems to be one of Truth's favourite past times, getting F'ynch in as much trouble as he can, or at least embarrass him as much as he possibly can. Truth is blunt, where other dragons might be sweet spoken, and edge around the truth, Turth will tell it to you straight. Even if it's something you'd rather not know, Truth will explain it in great detail.
F'ynch and Truth seem to have a habit of insulting each other, hiding the devotion each feels for the other behind a sarcastic tone. Truth would never tell anyone how much he cares for his rider though is fiercely protective of anything he claims as his, or anything that needs protecting really. Truth can seem a bit rough around the edges at times, despite his velvety voice, and he isn't one to stick to one green, but once someone worms their way into his heart, he's the most devoted and loyal dragon one could hope for.
Color Code: 6495ED
Password: NeedleThorn
Age: Twenty-Two Turns
Rank: Blue Rider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: F'ynch is rather hard to describe, words not really doing this young man much justice. Right from the beginning, he's been rather short for a man, standing at only 5'8", though with a stocky build that suits his dragon as perfectly as one's body can. While short, F'ynch doesn't seem to mind, he feels that it is easier to slip past unnoticed if he is shorter, and finds it easier to slip into the back ground.
F'ynch's appearance seems to constantly surprise people for some reason, though not even Truth has figured it out. Where most people on Pern are tanned, F'ynch's skin is a beautifully smooth coffee like colour, neither light nor dark. His hair is long for a man's, brushing his shoulders and is long enough to be pulled back in a small runner tail. The colour is of the deepest black, it seems like night it's self has been woven amoungst the colour that so closely resembles raven feathers.
Perhaps the only thing that is truely remarkable about F'ynch is his bird like appearance and attitude, thus what earned his name. Features are small and sharp like, eyes flitting about and never remaining still for long. A deep, unforgiving brown, much like the colour of melted chocolate, F'ynch's eyes might truely be called beautiful with the flecks of amber through his dark eyes. F'ynch's eyes seem to warn you not to come any closer, to warn that there are secrets behind the bird like appearance that he doesn't want to share.
Personality: F'ynch has a quick mind like any bird and is constantly thinking up new ways to get out of trouble, or wade directly into it. Like his mind, Fynch's tongue is sharp, leaping to his defense when quick reflexes don't work - though this condems him as much as it helps him. Fynch usually forgets to think before he speaks, and acts before he speaks, such a combination is never good.
F'ynch likes to show the world he's brave, tough, he hates showing pain and is remarkably reserved and solemn. He's seen alot of the world and he's not sure he likes what he's seen. On the inside though, he's deeply wounded by his family ignoring his Impression, and any mention of family will have the reasonably happy man clamming up and avoiding the person. He doesn't want to get hurt again, and he knows that's all family and love gets you. He might want love, but he's too terrified to risk it.
Never one to care what people think, F'ynch will say what's on his mind, never mind the consequences. He's rather manipulative though, and will play to what he thinks is in his best interests, whether that be goading them to anger or pretending patheticness. Which ever way will get him off the hook. F'ynch is extremely possessive over his things, anything that he sees as his is protected like a feline protecting her cubs.
If there are any truely good points about F'ynch, it is his devotion and loyatly to things he puts his mind to. Should someone get past the strong barriers, F'ynch would be completely devoted to that one person, loving and attentive, possessive and protective.
History: F'ynch, was born a trader lad by the name of Fylnarach to Narach and Fyla. His parents had tried a while to have a child, and when F'ynch was born a normal, healthy little boy, they were over joyed. As traders, they tended to move around a lot, without a fixed home and F'ynch quickly learnt not to get too attatched to the boys - or girls - that he made friends with on the brief visits to holds.
Growing up was easy for F'ynch, even with the occasional struggle of always moving. As an only child, he had his parents constant attention that never wavered, and no one to fight for the last of the meal his mother cooked. At the same time though, the Istan born boy rarely found the time to get close to the others in the caravan, too busy helping his father with things.
It was only at eleven that the biggest event happened in his life. The caravan had stopped at a hold, filling up supplies when F'ynch found himself being called over by a stranger he didn't know. Apparently, the man was a rider and his dragon assumed he would make a good candidate, of course, F'ynch was more than happy to agree though his parents thought him too young to really be allowed to go. Never the less, they allowed it, and F'ynch was taken to teh weyr to stand at the clutch.
It was only a sevenday after he'd been there that the dragons began to hum and he found himself on the sands in white robes, watching all the eggs intently. Other eggs hatched before the powdery blue one that pushed from his shell and gave the candidates a very brief glance before trotting over to Fylnarach.
F'ynchMine. Truth has found you. No one else will do for me. Come F'ynch, I am hungry. And with that, Fylnarach became F'ynch of blue Truth.
Around his fifteenth turn came the time Truth finally allowed himself to chase the greens, teasing his bonded before he did so. It was not long after this flight - which Truth had lost - that F'ynch discovered he preffered males to females. This didn't stop Truth chasing every green that rose, but it was a relief to know... Sort of.
Pets: Brown Flitt Snappy
Other:
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Truth
Dragon Age: Eleven Turns
Dragon Size: 23 meters
Dragon Color: Truth is a small blue, right down to the fact that he's practically a runt for his colour, he doesn't mind though, mostly due to the fact that this gives him a speed and agility he's rather proud of. Though small and slender, Truth's build is stocky and strong rather than delicate, with a barrel chest and strong, powerful legs. His wings are much larger than normal and are coloured a pale, sky blue along the wing sails, fading into the darker powedery blue the dominates his body.
Over all, Truth is a powdery blue colour, the shade rarely varies except on his neck ridges and eye ridges, these fading to a much darker blue. Across his back like a dusting of dots, or rain drops, are very pale blue 'freckles', beginning at his back and continuing to teh base of his tail.
Dragon Personality: Truth seems aptly named, like most dragons he won't lie for anyone, not even his rider. Even if that gets his rider in trouble, in fact, that seems to be one of Truth's favourite past times, getting F'ynch in as much trouble as he can, or at least embarrass him as much as he possibly can. Truth is blunt, where other dragons might be sweet spoken, and edge around the truth, Turth will tell it to you straight. Even if it's something you'd rather not know, Truth will explain it in great detail.
F'ynch and Truth seem to have a habit of insulting each other, hiding the devotion each feels for the other behind a sarcastic tone. Truth would never tell anyone how much he cares for his rider though is fiercely protective of anything he claims as his, or anything that needs protecting really. Truth can seem a bit rough around the edges at times, despite his velvety voice, and he isn't one to stick to one green, but once someone worms their way into his heart, he's the most devoted and loyal dragon one could hope for.
Color Code: 6495ED
Password: NeedleThorn
