Post by danaphantom on Jan 10, 2013 6:10:07 GMT -5
Name: L'rien
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Searchrider
Family: Father: C'laen, Brownrider, 47; Mother: Sera, Beastcrafter, deceased; Brother: Caelen, Candidate, 20; Sister: Emira, Journeyman Weaver, 16
Dragon or Wher: Green Fahimth
Pets: None
Appearance:
Ever the rogue, ever the charmer, once L'rien got out of the awkward stage of puberty he found himself to be quite the head-turner. With a total height of six feet, five inches, he quite fits the cliché tall, dark, and handsome, with a bit less emphasis on the dark part. His complexion is more peachy than tan, though that isn't to say he doesn't get any color in the summer when having to work out in the sun. Despite being a full-grown man, L'rien keeps a rather boyish figure, slightly lanky, but he manages to make it look good. Lean muscle mass covers his body and lightly tones him, caused by his chores and duties. Despite being a fully grown man, L'rien still, at first glance, seems to be just a youngling, if his height is thrown completely to the side.
A lopsided grin often frames this man's heart-shaped face, intentionally or inadvertently turning on the roguish charm. Some tiny bit of mischief always sparkles in his light blue, slightly wide-set eyes, though the pranks have certainly been left behind in his adolescent years. Still, the joviality that hangs about this candidate is almost never lost in his features. Further adding to his overall air of casualness is the fact that his hair, in gorgeous deep russet color, falls about in a mess of waves and curls about his head. Kept short for convenience, he rarely attempts to tame it. The only real aberration on his body would be his left pinky, half of which is missing from an accident when he was younger. Of course, depending on his mood, his slightly large nose also counts as a deplorable thing on his otherwise good-looking visage.
L'rien's clothing choices largely depend on the time of day and the current events going on at the Weyr. Often enough he's seen in work leathers, either for ground crew duties or just general candidate chores. When given a choice, however, his clothing is about as variegated as a dragon's eye. This man will always be sporting a color of one shade or another, coupling it with whatever accessories are needed for a clean, straight-laced look. This is, perhaps, a way to hide whatever deviousness hides beneath, but is also a tool used by L'rien because it just looks good.
Skills
Empathy - L'rien and his Green have good empathetic skills and can read people very well
Basic Personality:
Mirthful, jovial, optimistic, good-natured, all of these describe L'rien to a T, and yet you'd still find more synonyms to aptly describe this Rider. Light-hearted and carefree, he very much follows the mantra that you don't know what will happen tomorrow, so you might as well make today the best you can. Though certainly not immature, L'rien does have some issues with being serious when the situation calls for it. Moreover, when the situation is dark, you can certainly count on him to make light of the subject and make it a bit more bearable. Jokes are all well and good to this man, but he has mostly grown past his trickster, pranking ways. There's no fun to be had if the other person gets hurt.
L'rien has a roguish charm, and is quite the flirt when you get down to it. After all, flirting and companionship comes with its own level of fun. Variety is the spice of life, and Larien finds himself certainly finding that variety in his choice of partners. Depending on his mood and the current crush, he can be masculine or feminine, dominant or submissive. The way he flows from one situation to another brings to mind the passionate ocean. Secretly, L'rien is a hopeless romantic, and wishes to one day find that one special someone. But, until then, he is content with causal dating.
Versatility seems to be the cornerstone to L'rien's existence. His ability to change as the situation changes has become a boon to this rider, since he can adapt and overcome most obstacles. He can be quite dependable because of this; rarely will he fail due to new variables that were not accounted for. However, due to his 'here-and-now' mentality, L'rien can, occasionally, be a flake, or decide that whatever task assigned to him is not relevant for the time being. Of course, the moment he realizes his procrastinating has reached its limit, he does put his all into whatever it is that needs to be done.
Strengths
Faults
History:
It wasn't too long after the birth of her first child that Beastcrafter Sera found herself pregnant yet again. Not having to endure the chill of Between like a Dragonrider, she was quite capable of conceiving, and would certainly help keep the creche full. A year and a half after Caelen's birth, Laerian was born.
He was a happy baby, mostly oblivious to the death of his mother at two years of age. Unable to remember and therefore unable to perceive the painful loss, Laerien continued on his joyful little life with his foster parents. He was a sneaky little bugger, getting into trouble often and weaseling his way out of it just as often. But sometimes he wasn't so lucky. One day, he and a few others ventured into the runner bay, where a few runners from Holdfolk visiting the Weyr were being stabled. Unsupervised, the kids played around the runners, and when they got too close to one, spooked it. It reared, kicking Laerien, knocking him down and stomping down on his hand. He managed to scoot out of the way, preventing any further damage, but it had been done.
Laerien was down for the next several weeks, recovering from a broken leg, a broken rib, many bruises, and an amputated pinky. He had been very lucky that the horse only landed on his pinky and not the whole hand, as the bones in the digit had been pulverized. With some physical training, he gained all movement back into his hand, and survived the encounter mostly unscathed; Laerien simply needed to have modified gloves from then on.
For a while, Laerien was a little more cautious, but since nothing horrible had come of his escapades, he eventually returned to his bubbly, adventurous self. It was fun, and things would turn out. They always had. So Laerien continued to get into scrapes, got out of them, and let a mostly average young life.
It was shortly after his fourteenth birthday that Larien was allowed to stand for his first clutch, though it would it would be an extremely strange incident when he found his lifemate. Her hatching had been slightly chaotic due to the recent loss of the Gold's rider due to ilness. Lashing out in paranoia during a touching, the clutch mother crushed one dragonet and forced a small Green out of her shell about two weeks prematurely. Bruised, battered, and reeling from the shock of being birthed before she was ready, the foliage-patterned girl was not expected to last more than a few minutes before she slipped Between. Still, the assembled Candidates did their best to help, and it would be Laerien that would hear the lilting voice clearly in his mind, his Fahimth thanking him for the assistance.
Training would be relatively easy for the pair, if only because they had a head start on everyone else in their class. They strolled casually through most of the training, finding their place in the Weyr once the dragons were tested for their empathy. Fahimth easily picked out potential candidates, and thus the pair were drafted into the search wings once they graduated.
Things were just fine for the pair until the day came that Fahimth cheerfully declared that L'rien's younger sister, Emira, ought to stand for the upcoming clutch. Due to her albinism, the leadership outright refused, which caused the young girl to flee to the Weavercraft hall, and L'rien to get into a rather bad argument. Rather than face the continuing ire of Fort's leadership, L'rien instead opted to transfer to the newly opening Crescent Cove Weyr, lending Fahimth's ability for sanctuary.
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Searchrider
Family: Father: C'laen, Brownrider, 47; Mother: Sera, Beastcrafter, deceased; Brother: Caelen, Candidate, 20; Sister: Emira, Journeyman Weaver, 16
Dragon or Wher: Green Fahimth
Pets: None
Appearance:
Ever the rogue, ever the charmer, once L'rien got out of the awkward stage of puberty he found himself to be quite the head-turner. With a total height of six feet, five inches, he quite fits the cliché tall, dark, and handsome, with a bit less emphasis on the dark part. His complexion is more peachy than tan, though that isn't to say he doesn't get any color in the summer when having to work out in the sun. Despite being a full-grown man, L'rien keeps a rather boyish figure, slightly lanky, but he manages to make it look good. Lean muscle mass covers his body and lightly tones him, caused by his chores and duties. Despite being a fully grown man, L'rien still, at first glance, seems to be just a youngling, if his height is thrown completely to the side.
A lopsided grin often frames this man's heart-shaped face, intentionally or inadvertently turning on the roguish charm. Some tiny bit of mischief always sparkles in his light blue, slightly wide-set eyes, though the pranks have certainly been left behind in his adolescent years. Still, the joviality that hangs about this candidate is almost never lost in his features. Further adding to his overall air of casualness is the fact that his hair, in gorgeous deep russet color, falls about in a mess of waves and curls about his head. Kept short for convenience, he rarely attempts to tame it. The only real aberration on his body would be his left pinky, half of which is missing from an accident when he was younger. Of course, depending on his mood, his slightly large nose also counts as a deplorable thing on his otherwise good-looking visage.
L'rien's clothing choices largely depend on the time of day and the current events going on at the Weyr. Often enough he's seen in work leathers, either for ground crew duties or just general candidate chores. When given a choice, however, his clothing is about as variegated as a dragon's eye. This man will always be sporting a color of one shade or another, coupling it with whatever accessories are needed for a clean, straight-laced look. This is, perhaps, a way to hide whatever deviousness hides beneath, but is also a tool used by L'rien because it just looks good.
Skills
Empathy - L'rien and his Green have good empathetic skills and can read people very well
Basic Personality:
Mirthful, jovial, optimistic, good-natured, all of these describe L'rien to a T, and yet you'd still find more synonyms to aptly describe this Rider. Light-hearted and carefree, he very much follows the mantra that you don't know what will happen tomorrow, so you might as well make today the best you can. Though certainly not immature, L'rien does have some issues with being serious when the situation calls for it. Moreover, when the situation is dark, you can certainly count on him to make light of the subject and make it a bit more bearable. Jokes are all well and good to this man, but he has mostly grown past his trickster, pranking ways. There's no fun to be had if the other person gets hurt.
L'rien has a roguish charm, and is quite the flirt when you get down to it. After all, flirting and companionship comes with its own level of fun. Variety is the spice of life, and Larien finds himself certainly finding that variety in his choice of partners. Depending on his mood and the current crush, he can be masculine or feminine, dominant or submissive. The way he flows from one situation to another brings to mind the passionate ocean. Secretly, L'rien is a hopeless romantic, and wishes to one day find that one special someone. But, until then, he is content with causal dating.
Versatility seems to be the cornerstone to L'rien's existence. His ability to change as the situation changes has become a boon to this rider, since he can adapt and overcome most obstacles. He can be quite dependable because of this; rarely will he fail due to new variables that were not accounted for. However, due to his 'here-and-now' mentality, L'rien can, occasionally, be a flake, or decide that whatever task assigned to him is not relevant for the time being. Of course, the moment he realizes his procrastinating has reached its limit, he does put his all into whatever it is that needs to be done.
Strengths
- Versatile - No matter what happens, L'rien can adapt
- Jovial - L'rien is always ready with a good joke
- Gentleman - He's always good to anyone who approaches him
- Dependable - If you need something done, L'rien will do it
- Passionate - This Rider throws everything into whatever he puts his mind into
Faults
- Hopeless Romantic - L'rien falls head over heels too many times, and often comes crashing down after
- Procrastinator - Why do work when you can chill now and do it later?
- Inappropriate - This is rare, but sometimes L'rien just doesn't get serious properly and ends up with egg on his face
- Mercurial - L'rien can change at the slightest moment, without any visible provocation
- Carefree - As with inappropriate, sometimes L'rien just can't find the will to what is right if it's difficult
History:
It wasn't too long after the birth of her first child that Beastcrafter Sera found herself pregnant yet again. Not having to endure the chill of Between like a Dragonrider, she was quite capable of conceiving, and would certainly help keep the creche full. A year and a half after Caelen's birth, Laerian was born.
He was a happy baby, mostly oblivious to the death of his mother at two years of age. Unable to remember and therefore unable to perceive the painful loss, Laerien continued on his joyful little life with his foster parents. He was a sneaky little bugger, getting into trouble often and weaseling his way out of it just as often. But sometimes he wasn't so lucky. One day, he and a few others ventured into the runner bay, where a few runners from Holdfolk visiting the Weyr were being stabled. Unsupervised, the kids played around the runners, and when they got too close to one, spooked it. It reared, kicking Laerien, knocking him down and stomping down on his hand. He managed to scoot out of the way, preventing any further damage, but it had been done.
Laerien was down for the next several weeks, recovering from a broken leg, a broken rib, many bruises, and an amputated pinky. He had been very lucky that the horse only landed on his pinky and not the whole hand, as the bones in the digit had been pulverized. With some physical training, he gained all movement back into his hand, and survived the encounter mostly unscathed; Laerien simply needed to have modified gloves from then on.
For a while, Laerien was a little more cautious, but since nothing horrible had come of his escapades, he eventually returned to his bubbly, adventurous self. It was fun, and things would turn out. They always had. So Laerien continued to get into scrapes, got out of them, and let a mostly average young life.
It was shortly after his fourteenth birthday that Larien was allowed to stand for his first clutch, though it would it would be an extremely strange incident when he found his lifemate. Her hatching had been slightly chaotic due to the recent loss of the Gold's rider due to ilness. Lashing out in paranoia during a touching, the clutch mother crushed one dragonet and forced a small Green out of her shell about two weeks prematurely. Bruised, battered, and reeling from the shock of being birthed before she was ready, the foliage-patterned girl was not expected to last more than a few minutes before she slipped Between. Still, the assembled Candidates did their best to help, and it would be Laerien that would hear the lilting voice clearly in his mind, his Fahimth thanking him for the assistance.
Training would be relatively easy for the pair, if only because they had a head start on everyone else in their class. They strolled casually through most of the training, finding their place in the Weyr once the dragons were tested for their empathy. Fahimth easily picked out potential candidates, and thus the pair were drafted into the search wings once they graduated.
Things were just fine for the pair until the day came that Fahimth cheerfully declared that L'rien's younger sister, Emira, ought to stand for the upcoming clutch. Due to her albinism, the leadership outright refused, which caused the young girl to flee to the Weavercraft hall, and L'rien to get into a rather bad argument. Rather than face the continuing ire of Fort's leadership, L'rien instead opted to transfer to the newly opening Crescent Cove Weyr, lending Fahimth's ability for sanctuary.
If ever you become inactive without warning for a long period of time or decide to leave the site, what would you like me to do with your character? Transfer
