Post by Davey on Jun 19, 2008 15:35:02 GMT -5
Behold a ragtag profile C8
Name: V’min
Age: 28 turns
Rank: Bronze Rider
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Heteroflexible.
Appearance:
V’min is a tall thing for his age, like he never properly grow into himself. His arms are long, and thin – with his leg’s making up most of his height. His torso is thin, and his shoulders wide. While being 6’4, V’min physique of ‘ripped,’ truth is, he just can’t seem to sit still, and likes to keep himself doing things.
Before Frithjoroth, his bronze, he kept himself busy with running, and after all that oiling and cleaning can keep a person fit.
V’min is rather tan with dark brown hair, that has a diminutive curl to it. He keeps it long, and tied in a knot in the back of his head, to fit neatly under his riding helmet.
Personality: V’min probably isn’t the most pleasant person to be around. V’min is very egotistical, but lacks vanity. He’s very proud of his opinions, and will rise to physical violence, if he feels that something is that important to him.
This isn’t to say V’min is angry. V’min enjoys having a good time with other people, it just takes a certain type of patience to deal with V’mins quirps that tend to be true, but completely rude.
He’s the person who you hate, but can’t help to tolerate for the sake of his humor. His humor, as stated is completely black, and takes a lot of courage for most people to say out loud, even though it’s mostly what they’re thinking. So he doesn’t have a knack for making, or in any case keeping friends.
V’min does remember his manners if you completely bend over backwards for the man. Also, he isn’t much of an intellect – this stems from his hard time reading. He struggles a great deal with understanding things, so he labels anything you have to look in a book for, a complete waste of time.
V'min thinks he's quite the prize to be won, and he jsut doesn't understand why woman don't leave without slapping him, most of the time.
( Now that I think about it If you want someone who accurately represents him see House. )
History: V’min was the accident of a green flight, of Maritiva (and Cutiventh) and V’mar (and brown Kiladnath.) Like most of those bred by dragonriders, he was never actually raised by his own parents. Perhaps it takes a Weyr to raise a child – he was given to another woman who recently had a child to look after him, his milk brother however shortly died of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome*, so he was treated as though he was really this woman’s son. So there was no tragic childhood for this bronzebonded.
Although, V’min had a lot of trouble dealing with those in command, and didn’t understand dragon color hierarchy at all. Why should gold’s be listened to almost always – but a green had to raise her voice? Such irony, that he is now a bronzerider.
For his problem with ‘authority’ he was sent to work with the Healer, to learn respect. All V’min learned was how to deal with problematic people, and getting his ‘healing’ opinion across. The lad, unfortunately, didn’t the knack for healing people.
A few short turns later, he was allowed to stand at a hatching, and impressed to the bronze Frithjoroth, who had his wingtip caught in his foreclaw – so after being crashed into and nearly mauled out of confusion by the little creature who wanted to share his life – V’min impressed.
Pets: V’min does not like animals. At all, save dragons and watchwher, however he has very little patience for firelizards.
Other: I have yogurt.
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Frithjoroth
Dragon Age: 3 turns
Dragon Size: Frithjoroth is small and lean for a bronze, at about 35 meters.
Dragon Color: Frithjoroth is a deep ambery color. He shines golden brown in the sunlight, but at any other point he’s a dark reddishbronze.
Dragon Personality: Frithjoroth, is bizarre. He has never has never chase after a gold or violet, just greens. He’s very agreeable, this dragon, and hates competition – which has been his downfall in the flights he has risen for. Aside from that, all he really likes is to take long naps in sunbeams.
Color Code: I’ll look up HTML color codes another day.
Password: Needlethorn.
Name: V’min
Age: 28 turns
Rank: Bronze Rider
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Heteroflexible.
Appearance:
V’min is a tall thing for his age, like he never properly grow into himself. His arms are long, and thin – with his leg’s making up most of his height. His torso is thin, and his shoulders wide. While being 6’4, V’min physique of ‘ripped,’ truth is, he just can’t seem to sit still, and likes to keep himself doing things.
Before Frithjoroth, his bronze, he kept himself busy with running, and after all that oiling and cleaning can keep a person fit.
V’min is rather tan with dark brown hair, that has a diminutive curl to it. He keeps it long, and tied in a knot in the back of his head, to fit neatly under his riding helmet.
Personality: V’min probably isn’t the most pleasant person to be around. V’min is very egotistical, but lacks vanity. He’s very proud of his opinions, and will rise to physical violence, if he feels that something is that important to him.
This isn’t to say V’min is angry. V’min enjoys having a good time with other people, it just takes a certain type of patience to deal with V’mins quirps that tend to be true, but completely rude.
He’s the person who you hate, but can’t help to tolerate for the sake of his humor. His humor, as stated is completely black, and takes a lot of courage for most people to say out loud, even though it’s mostly what they’re thinking. So he doesn’t have a knack for making, or in any case keeping friends.
V’min does remember his manners if you completely bend over backwards for the man. Also, he isn’t much of an intellect – this stems from his hard time reading. He struggles a great deal with understanding things, so he labels anything you have to look in a book for, a complete waste of time.
V'min thinks he's quite the prize to be won, and he jsut doesn't understand why woman don't leave without slapping him, most of the time.
( Now that I think about it If you want someone who accurately represents him see House. )
History: V’min was the accident of a green flight, of Maritiva (and Cutiventh) and V’mar (and brown Kiladnath.) Like most of those bred by dragonriders, he was never actually raised by his own parents. Perhaps it takes a Weyr to raise a child – he was given to another woman who recently had a child to look after him, his milk brother however shortly died of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome*, so he was treated as though he was really this woman’s son. So there was no tragic childhood for this bronzebonded.
Although, V’min had a lot of trouble dealing with those in command, and didn’t understand dragon color hierarchy at all. Why should gold’s be listened to almost always – but a green had to raise her voice? Such irony, that he is now a bronzerider.
For his problem with ‘authority’ he was sent to work with the Healer, to learn respect. All V’min learned was how to deal with problematic people, and getting his ‘healing’ opinion across. The lad, unfortunately, didn’t the knack for healing people.
A few short turns later, he was allowed to stand at a hatching, and impressed to the bronze Frithjoroth, who had his wingtip caught in his foreclaw – so after being crashed into and nearly mauled out of confusion by the little creature who wanted to share his life – V’min impressed.
Pets: V’min does not like animals. At all, save dragons and watchwher, however he has very little patience for firelizards.
Other: I have yogurt.
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Frithjoroth
Dragon Age: 3 turns
Dragon Size: Frithjoroth is small and lean for a bronze, at about 35 meters.
Dragon Color: Frithjoroth is a deep ambery color. He shines golden brown in the sunlight, but at any other point he’s a dark reddishbronze.
Dragon Personality: Frithjoroth, is bizarre. He has never has never chase after a gold or violet, just greens. He’s very agreeable, this dragon, and hates competition – which has been his downfall in the flights he has risen for. Aside from that, all he really likes is to take long naps in sunbeams.
Color Code: I’ll look up HTML color codes another day.
Password: Needlethorn.
