Post by Elessar on Mar 12, 2013 1:01:46 GMT -5
S'YER
Name:
S'yer
(formerly Savyer)
Pronunciation:
SUH-YER
Age:
Forty
Season Born In:
Autumn
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Appearance:
S'yer is not a very large man. He stands at a middling height of five feet and ten inches, but is extremely slender. His eyes are a dark, chocolate brown, and always have a friendly gleam in them. His hair is just as dark, and is usually kept short for the sake of ease of management. Being so small in build, and with such friendly eyes, S'yer doesn't look intimidating at all... but he can be, when he wants to be.
Personality:
S'yer is not the nicest man you'll ever meet. He is extremely territorial and protective of what is his, and if he catches you near his things, you won't escape unscathed. The rider is proud, above all, of what he has earned in life. Question that he might have cheated to get there... and you might not live.
The rider is also adventurous. He loves forging through the wilderness with nothing but a knife with his dragon to test his skills and make sure he hasn't gotten rusty. He loves a good fight, and while he doesn't go looking for fights... he somehow always ends up in them because he is so naturally aggressive and doesn't trust anyone but himself. He is also, unfortunately, somewhat hedonistic.
Being so aggressive, S'yer doesn't have many friends. He tends to drive most people away by threatening them or something similar, but a few people manage to stick it out, usually by yelling back at him. S'yer respects people who stand up to him. He can be quite the bully, but if someone stands up to him, he's going to respect them for it... usually.
Family:
Yeran; Father; Wandering Trader
Sasha; Mother; Wandering Trader
Location:
Trelis
Rank:
Searchrider
Wing/Pack:
Low Wing
History:
S'yer was born into a tribe of traveling merchants. He grew up learning to hunt and survive on his own. By the time he was five turns old, he was fending for himself as the tribe wandered across Pern. The tribe practiced weapons together, and shared many traditions... one of which was a very strong dislike of Weyrs and dragonriders.
The child grew up hating and somewhat fearing Weyrs and dragons, so it came as a very large shock when a rider from Trelis Weyr snatched him up on search when he was twelve turns old. Still just a kid, Savyer fought against going, but was immediately banished from his tribe when he was searched. His father, in a rage only he could possess, attacked his son, leaving the two scars S'yer bears today across his otherwise handsome chest.
And so he was forced to leave, and go to Trelis, where he stood before a clutch of dragon eggs. Hateful, angry, and scared, Savyer was determined not to Impress... but he did. To a little blue and white (and many other colors) knight named Dondareth, who wasn't as fierce or hateful as Savyer, but loved the outdoors and wilderness just as much.
Once the Impression was made, Savyer, now S'yer, could not hate dragon-kind, or their riders... he was one of them, and Dondareth was the most beautiful thing he could ever imagine. His life was now complete.
Their Weyrlinghood passed moderately quickly, with little incident, and they soon joined the ranks of Wingriders. Dondareth enjoys going on Search, so S'yer and his dragon often visit other places on Pern to try and find likely Candidates for future hatchings... though he does tend to stay away from any known habitats or tribes that dislike riders and Weyrs.
When things started changing at Trelis, and the Rebellion started, S'yer fought alongside Trelis. The new colors didn't bother him, but if someone was going to attack his home... well, that just wouldn't do. He watched Weyrwomen come and go, but kept his nose out of that. He hates politics. As long as whatever Weyrwoman keeps his home running smoothly, he could care less what her name is or what color dragon she has. After all... Trelis has been his home for twenty-eight turns. How could he leave after all that time?
DONDARETH
Name:
Dondareth
Pronunciation:
DON-DARE-ETH
Age:
Twenty-Eight
Rank:
Blue
Size:
Thirty Feet
Color Codes:
357EC7
Appearance:
In some ways, Dondareth is a simply colored dragon, at least at first look. His hide and scales are a mottled bottle blue and white, coming together in a whole as a rather nice pattern. Looking closer though, you may notice other colors too. Like hair-thin lines of light green on his scales, or spots of roasted coffee brown on the underside of his jaw. By many, it's kind of become a bit of a challenge to find every hint of other colors on him. Unfortunately for those who try, where and what color those subtle markings are may slowly change over the duration of weeks. Some markings fade, changes color, or disappear to reappear in a completely different spot.
Shorter in neck, body, and tail compared to other dragons of his caste, Dondareth is small, but powerful of build, with thick, well muscled legs, and a deep barrel chest. Packed full of muscle in order to give him the power he needs to his just about oversized looking wings. His large, long wings make him a poweful flier, but one better suited to slow, steady flying, with just bursts of very fast flying. He can, however, stay on the wing for a long time as long as he's careful about conserving his energy, and is often able to fly higher than most dragons.
Personality:
Dondareth has a love for the rough outdoors life. Hunting, and very often walking through the wilderness is a habit of necessity for the Knight, and who cares if you get bruised and dirty? Bad weather is also to his liking-- the worse, the better, it feels like to his rider sometimes. He's also a fair bit greedy though, and a hopeless hoarder. If he can't win, lure, or get it from someone by some method or other, he'll go and search the terrain for valuables on his own.
In fights, he's careful, but persistent. Able to strike at an opponent, by jumping in and out of between, with fairly impressive precision. He is somewhat of a daredevil, just like his rider, and enjoys trying dangerous stunts just to see if they can be done. He is, however, very protective of S'yer. Dondareth is also hotheaded, quick, and tends to rush into things. He doesn't like to stop and think and he most certainly doesn't think about others feelings before saying or doing something.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Let's try it, just for fun!
-Mid-Alto
-Friendly
-Excited
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