Post by Zero on Mar 9, 2013 12:27:41 GMT -5
F'lon
[/i][/b][/center][/font]Name F'lon
Age 26
Sex Male
OrientationHeterosexual
Location Born at Solace Hold. Currently at Rindell
Season Born Summer
Family
?? -- Father – Unknown Blue Rider (Deceased)
Cassandra – Mother -- 51 – Master Harper
Theault – Brother -- 26 – Brown Rider / Journeyman Fisher
Traylor – Son – 6
Vl'kan -- Cousin -- 27 -- Garnet Rider / Istan Holder
Appearance
6'0"
Brown/Black Hair
Green Eyes
He hates bright colors, standing out doesn’t tend to work in your favor when you have the tendencies and skills of a thief. He is normally seen wearing dark, midnight blue or onyx black shirts coupled with equally dark trousers and boots.
Standing at an even six feet the troubled man is not one usually looked down upon, rather it’s others who must dare to look up to him. A thick crop of unruly dark brown hair covers his head while a pair of piercing green eyes set it all off. His body is nicely toned, thick muscles bound his arms and torso, a result from his years of running and any other of his dastardly deeds. Scars run across his back and the upper part of his left thigh. A deep scar caresses his jaw line before cutting diagonally across his neck.
Personality
Loud, violent tendencies, deceitful, cunning. Does whatever is necessary to get what he needs.
Dark, lonely, longing, anger, pride all collide into one to form the man known as Fallon. Darkness is his companion and anger is his mate. The two twine together wonderfully and dangerously at the same time. He never travels without his knives. Plural because he always keeps at least two on his person wherever he goes. The smaller he keeps hidden in his right boot while the bigger of the two he keeps strapped to his leg. Deadly accurate with the blades he prays for someone to cross his path so he might get the chance to use them.
Even on the best days Fallon isn’t the one to be messed with, even in jest because those conversations tend to quickly escalate into confrontations. He refuses to let anyone get close, not feeling like there’s a point or a reason for doing so. It only leads to others getting hurt. The loss of his son being a prime example. Family means everything to this man, loyalty to them comes above all even that of Weyr and whatever the silly leaders have to say about it. As far as Fallon is concerned, his mother did him a great injustice by enlisting a Rider to drag him back to Trelis against his will and for that may never again stand loyally along side her. His brother is a different story altogether. Near polar opposites they may be but Fallon still holds some ounce of respect for Theault. After all, they are brothers even if Fallon feels his brother could use a few tips from him.
Likes
~`~ Heart pounding situations
~`~ Night over Day
~`~ Klah
~`~ Life or Death
Dislikes
~`~ Authority
~`~ Rules
~`~ Females who drone on endlessly
~`~ Attachments
Quirks Is often seen playing with his small ‘assassins’ style knife in moments of frustration or simply out of boredom.
History Where oh where to begin. As always the beginning seems as good a place as ever to start or as close to the beginning as we can recall. When rider boy met the young harper girl one warm summer feast, sparks were bound to fly. The pair were inseparable from that moment on, only parting ways when the rider had to train or fight the deadly wonders that surrounded the Weyr. Barely a turn had passed since the two began courting did the call to serve go up again. So the story goes that the rambunctious rider took flight with the rest of his Wing and Weyr. It was a devastating day and many riders and their dragons came back severely wounded or not at all. That Rider and his Blue were one of the lost, the pair was never seen again after attempting to rescue one of their fallen comrades. The pair left behind a heartbroken young woman, pregnant with twin boys that he would never meet. She had been planning to tell him the good news later that night when he came home to her.
That was nearly twenty turns ago and what an eventful span of time it was. The young woman had given birth to two healthy, non identical, boys, Fallon and Theault, each named partly in remembrance of their father who never made it home. Theault grew up more as the easy going carefree type, the complete opposite of his brother. Fallon was much more conniving and troublesome.
Fallon absolutely loathed growing up in the weyr, constantly in the shadows of the other Riders children and feeling as though he was being walked on everyday. His father had been a rider! Hell, even giving his life for the pathetic weyr. A greater honor then any of those sky jockeys could even hope of accomplishing. It made him bitter and hateful towards nearly everyone he met. His brother and mother were the only ones who escaped his wrath. Blood would always be there, everyone else however could not be counted on so easily.
At the age of fourteen, after already creating a bit of a reputation for himself, he ran away from home, immersing himself in the darker trades which included thievery and other less then friendly dealings. The boy had fallen into the wrong crowd yet he felt as though he had found his element. Or so he believed at least.
Nearly fours turns went by before any hint of his prior life at Trelis was remembered. A brown rider had managed to track him down to Rutha Hold, a favor done on behalf of his mother. Fallon didn’t go quietly though. The use of force was required to subdue the rowdy teenager enough so the Rider was able to bind him and toss him on the back of his dark dragon and transported him back to his mother and the comforts of the Weyr.
After he had awoken on the couch in his mothers quarters, not even the sound words of his brother could calm him down. His own flesh and blood had betrayed him. It took two riders and a passing drudge to overpower the enraged young man, tearing him from the room and dragging him to the very bottom of the Weyr. For the next two years he was placed on a sort of twenty-four hour watch, forced to work down in the caverns doing nearly the same chores as the candidates, only his consisted of more backbreaking work. It was during this year of work that he got involved with a young healer. It was all physical of course, he was unable to feel any sort of emotions towards others. Fallon had just swiped a few wineskins from the kitchen and had taken it upon himself to relax in the moonlight down by the shore. It was there the curious, and foolish, girl stumbled upon him and his ungodly antics. Before long the girl became pregnant and gave birth to a bouncing baby boy, who they named Traylor. Naturally when the girls parents had found out who in fact was the father of their grandchild they forbade Fallon from ever seeing their daughter or his own son again. The girls father even going so far as to threaten to end Fallons very life if he ever saw the young man again. The girl he could have gone without seeing but it came as a real blow to find out that he would never be able to have a hand in raising his own son. He was almost the prefect spinning image of his own father now.
He was nearing on twenty when the decision came down to release him from his community service, if you will, though the brown Rider who had initially brought him back would continue to keep an eye on him for turns to come. It would be during one of his daily duties outside the weyr that the lad would be searched out by the same brown and his Rider. Naturally Fallon took it as complete joke. The dragons thought he was able to stand for one of their clutches? Nevertheless he would attempt to put up with the lessons and the training that was bound to come. Was he going to like it? No. Would he get into trouble along the way? Oh of course but that was the life of the harpers son. That was Fallon.
>>>Fast Forward Five Turns>>>
Talk about an insane passage of time. From the unexpected impression of his little blue to the outbreak of war between Trelis and the Rebellion and not to mention the return of Thread, so much had gone on in such a short amount of time that it made it impossible to think straight. Not to mention the "war" had been terribly bad for business seeing as he wasn't allowed to move about as freely as he had hoped.
But now it seemed that it had all come to an end with a truce between the two factions. It was about damn time, F'lon had other things to focus on then fighting someones war, mainly trying to keep up with his trouble making youngster and still find the time to be a "bad guy." Oh, and lets not forget to mention that somewhere along the line he managed to get caught up with a certain greenrider who just so happened to share his love for the dark and not so legal side of life.
After all, a thief's work is never done
Craft Thief / Harper
Level Master
Years 12
Strengths Stealth, Pick Pocketing, ‘the element of surprise’, quick with his hands. Writing and the occasional painting.
Weaknesses Singing, instruments. Anything that deals with one on one pleasantries really.
Dyaltith
Name: Dyaltith
Pronunciation: Dye-ale-tith
Age: 5
Rank: Blue
Size: 28.7 ft
Color Codes: Main Body - 060044
Markings (Body) - 303C55
Markings (Face) - 00081A
Appearance:
Dyaltith’s body is mainly a deep, nearly black, hued blue in coloration with only one or two slight variations in color. On his back left leg, there are three diagonal stripes of a lighter, grayish-blue. Also, on his face, particularly around the eyes, there is a darker tint to the skin and gives him the appearance of wearing a mask. He's a little on the thin side for a blue, which gives him a lanky appearance while on the ground but in the air he's an agile and swift flyer.
Personality:
Clumsy, playful, brave, and loyal are all words that could be used to describe Dyaltith. He has a great desire for adventure and discovery, which more often than not lands him in a pile of trouble, much to the dismay of his Rider who seeks to stay out of trouble and under the radar as much as possible. He's really not all that fond of all the not so legal things his Rider gets up to, but manages to push it all aside and embrace the mystery and adventure of their daily lives.
Oh and this blue boy loves to eat, though you wouldn't guess it from his lean frame. You'd be hard pressed not to find him munching on some meaty snack or engaged in a plot to swipe whatever food F'lon happens to be eating. And after all the food is gone and he's too full to move, there's nothing better then a head rub from his favorite Rider.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Where are we heading today, F'lonMine?!
