Post by Ace on Mar 23, 2013 21:42:37 GMT -5
D'ALE!
[/center]Name: D'ale
Pronunciation: Dale
Age: 35
Season Born In: Fall
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
D'ale is rangy and weathered. Once, he might have been called handsome, before the turns of drinking and almost constant anger. Back then, he was well put-together, his hair was always neat and orderly and his outfits always match. Now, his hair is longer and shaggy. Some days, he doesn't even brush his plain brown locks. His outfits often looked disheveled, like he might have worn them the day before or he had pulled them out of a pile on the ground. Honestly, he looks like he just doesn't give a damn. It's a pretty accurate representation.
The man is fairly pale, and his eyes are dark. He's never been anything terribly unique. In fact, his defining trait is probably his scowl. It's replaced the smirk and mischievous glint, turning him from a clever little rascal to a nearly unbearable old grouch. The chip on his shoulder is practically visible in the way he carries himself, hunched as he stalks around. He was already a bit short at 5'8", but the stomping around only makes him look smaller.
Personality:
D'ale has a chip on his shoulder roughly the size of Pern. The fact that it is based largely on the color of his dragon makes it highly unlikely he will be getting rid of it any time soon. You know, she's attached to his mind and all, it's not as though she's going to change color one day. (Nevermind that getting rid of her would probably drive him mad.) He's angry, and it's obvious. You can see it in the way he grits his jaw, the way he hunches his shoulders; it's in his eyes and his weathered hands, it's in the careless way he dresses himself and stomps around the Weyr.
He hates the metallic dragons. Now, he hates them more than ever. A'kel is at the heart of this deep-seeded hatred, because the man's former weyrmate has all the opportunities D'ale will never get. The man never misses a chance for a biting remark, though his dry, witty humor has become something much more scathing and cruel. He cares little for others' feelings these days, and is certain to tell the truth, especially if it hurts. In fact, it seems like the only one he cares for at all is himself. Even Iavanth is subject to his temper and his nasty outbursts.
That being said, he is not anti-social. He stays allied with others who share his anti-metallic views. D'ale also spends a lot of time Searching, because it gets him out and away from the Weyr. It clears his mind, and it's one of the last things he truly enjoys. If he's back at the Weyr, he's looking for a fight to pick, someone to sleep with, or he's trying to find a good bottle to bring back to his Weyr. He has a problem. He knows he has a problem, and there's not a damn thing he's going to do about it.
Ultimately, deep, deep down, D'ale knows he was wrong to dump A'ker, especially the way he did. He misses the man. He misses him terribly, and it only seems to fuel the anger and the spite. There is a lot D'ale is angry about, because it is far easier to be angry and hateful than it is to be remorseful and miserable. D'ale doesn't want to change. D'ale is afraid of change, which is not something he realizes. He can't accept that what he had in his head is not going to be. Sometimes life takes unexpected turns. It's been twenty turns, and D'ale still can't figure out how to roll with it.
Family: Davin – Father – Deceased
Avalle – Mother – Deceased
Avina – Younger Sister – 22 - ?
Location: Trelis
Rank: Searchrider
Wing: Queen's Wing
History:
Once upon a time, Davale was born to a pair of journeymen harpers, Davin, and Avalle. Their first child (and only child for thirteen turns), he was spoiled appropriately. His father was the more disciplinary of the two, and his mother would dote on him every time his father had his back turned. Childhood was pleasant, and the young boy enjoyed traveling around to Trelis Weyr and its Holds with his parents.
He had always thought he was going to be a Harper. When he was 13 and his younger sister, Avina, was born, this only affirmed the notion. His mother had taken to doting on her daughter instead. After all, she was an adorable baby, and her only daughter, and Davale had become a headstrong teenage boy. His father had to use a firm had with him, and it only seemed to encourage him further. Davale was going to become somebody. He was going to do something with his life. Master Harper, perhaps. Masterharper of the whole of Pern!
Or, maybe, a Weyrleader.
Davale was Searched when he was 14 turns of age, visiting one of the Holds. The bluerider spoke with his parents, and the couple was delighted their son had been chosen. Davale, too, was ecstatic, and left for Trelis Weyr as soon as possible. He did not Impress the first time he stood, but he was not discouraged. He knew he was just waiting for the biggest, greatest bronze, one that would help him lead the Weyr through all its woe.
So when a dainty green approached him and primly touched his mind, Davale, was not exactly… Well. Oh, D'alemine, what are you wearing? Tsk, tsk, a little gentleman shouldn't be dressed like that. Come now, your Iavanth will fix you right up, was not exactly what the fifteen-turn-old lad was looking to here. Green. Green. He couldn't go any lower than green. Couldn't be a Weyrleader with a green. Suddenly, all the ranks were out of the question. He was a greenrider. A nobody. A nothing.
This fear was only affirmed in his Weyrlinghood, when he was rejected by a girl he'd developed a crush on. "Only a greenrider?" said the cook. "I could get a brownrider, at the very least." And that was that. D'ale took on a chip the size of the Weyr right on his shoulder, and its only been growing since. As soon as he graduated, the brunet took to, well, frankly, making an ass out of himself and poor Iavanth. Color inequality! How dare you look down your nose at him!
It went on like this. When he was 22, he met Allekel. And he liked Allekel. Allekel quickly became one of his strongest supporters, and before the man realized it, the vintner became his favorite in bed, too. It didn't take long for the pair to become mutually exclusive. Life was good. Hell, life was great. D'ale became a Searchrider, he tried to rally people to his cause, and you know, it really wasn't that bad.
When he was 29, he proposed to Allekel, and they became weyrmates. And they were happy little rabble-rousers for three turns. And then it happened. D'ale and Allekel had gone to watch the Hatching. Several of the kids D'ale had Searched were Standing, and the man was always interested to see how they did. Things did not go quite as expected, though. Allekel Impressed.
Allekel Impressed to a garnet dragon.
Traitor. Horrible, filthy traitor, making D'ale fall in love with him like that and then going to the other side. He had a metallic dragon. He was everything D'ale hated and he couldn't stand it. Absolutely mortified, he returned to his weyr that night, alone. He screamed and he cried and he broke things, he drank until he couldn't stand up straight and keep his eyes open. The next morning, he marched his hungover, unkempt self down to the weyrling barracks and reamed A'kel before promptly dumping the man. He's had a bit of a drinking problem since.
Unfortunately, that was not the last of the man. D'ale tried to throw himself into his work, and if he wasn't Searching, he was fucking anything that moved, and if he couldn't find a lay, than he was trying to drown his misery in brandy. Searching, sex, alcohol and, oh, of course, being more obnoxious than ever. He didn't want a green, and now, of course, even Iavanth has joined the cause. Somehow, she only allows A'kel's garnet to Fly her whenever she Rises. Of-fucking-course.
D'ale hates it. It makes him sick to his stomach and he tries to drink it away and he prays that maybe, maybe he will find someone else so he can get the fuck over that horrible, rotten boy who stole his heart and smashed it to pieces.
IAVANTH
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Name: Iavanth
Pronunciation: YAA-VANTH
Age: 20
Rank: Green
Size: 18'
Color Codes: B7C8B6
Appearance:
Iavanth is a very delicate little green. She's about as small as they get, and she is petite, too. The female looks every bit the lady, from the way she is built to the way she carries herself. Iavanth is always careful and deliberate. She takes great pride in the way she looks, often preening and grooming her dull green hide. There isn't much she can do about the color, but she takes it in stride. She can take what she is given, and do the best she can with it.
Personality:
Iavanth has a much better outlook on life than her bonded. She is polite, thoughtful and very clever. This, of course, was why she had chosen D'ale. She liked his witty sense of humor, she liked his raw ambition. It was like clay for her to mold in her little claws. She could take that wild, unbroken teenager, and teach him to be something much more. She wanted to teach him how to harness his anger and passion, and make it something useful.
Sadly, she did not foresee how stubborn he would become. Fortunately, she is a proper lady, and has the patience of the saint. While it hurts her feelings when D'ale speaks harshly to her or gives her those dirty looks, she never retaliates or lashes back. That is not what a lady does. One day, he will come around, and when he does, she will welcome him with open claws. Until then, however, she has turned her attention to Voskath, instead trying to teach the garnet the same things she had tried to teach her own rider. He seems to be a much more willing student, however, and she favors him heavily in her Flights.
Mind-Voice:
Darling, you aren't really going to go out in that, are you? What will people think?
Iavanth is always very prim, and very proper. Her tone is light, though she is always firm, and she would never, ever dream of cursing. She is a lady.
