Post by Kitsuneko on Mar 29, 2013 0:12:34 GMT -5
T'lo
Name: T'lo (Teophilo)
Pronunciation: tuh-LOW (tay-oh-FEE-low)
Age: 37 turns
Season Born In: Spring, 168th turn of Interval
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
T'lo is a tall man at just over six feet, but you wouldn't notice from the way he slouches around and hunches his back like he has a spinal injury. It's just because he's trying to disappear into the background, although sometimes his skulking about does the opposite, drawing attention to himself instead. His skin is a creamy color, not terribly pale, but certainly not as tanned as it used to be; it's been a while since he's gotten a sun tan.
His face can be rather difficult to see underneath his curtain of hair--the black locks are intentionally grown long and loose in order to obscure his scarring, though it's not entirely successful. Beneath his Threadscores, T'lo's face is round, with a small chin, a long, pointed nose, and deep-set dark blue eyes. The marks from Thread are obvious though, and widespread. They start near the top of his head (there's a part of his scalp that won't grow hair at all, but he's carefully arranged the rest of his hair to hide it), and the scars cover most of the left side of his face from his cheek to his ear, traveling on down his neck and his left side. The Threadscore has left him with a permanent limp in his left leg, but the worst damage was to his arm. He still has feeling in the hand, but movement is quite limited; anything he does with that arm is necessarily slow and clumsy.
Personality:
Even during the best times of his life, T'lo was never terribly outgoing or confident in himself--two things that have plummeted to new depths since the Threadfall that badly scarred him and grounded Kieranth for life. He is extremely introverted and a little scared of being around other people--he hates being stared at, so he's decided to spend as much time as he can shut up by himself, with maybe Kieranth for company. He is always wary of how other people will treat him when they get a good look at him; he was never really vain, but he's convinced his scars have made him hideous and he simply won't be convinced otherwise.
Though precious few people have ever been in a position to see it, T'lo is actually quite intelligent, with a superb memory. His background as a vintner is obvious, and he has a near-encyclopedic knowledge of various wines. He disapproves of drunkenness, though, and doesn't have much sympathy for alcoholics; while he collects rare vintages, he very rarely drinks them. He is also quite observant--or at least he was, when he still ventured outside of his room. Given a motive, he is good at realizing consequences and thinking about the long-term effects of events, though he also tends toward pessimism in most situations.
Though he never had the confidence to voice his opinions, T'lo was suspicious of the new colors popping up from the beginning, and he is particularly resentful of the garnets and the sub-queens. After all, why should they achieve rank and status among their fellow riders when blues and greens are still relegated to simple wingriders? Not that he wants to lead himself, but he doesn't believe that a person's dragon should prevent them from doing so if they wish. He might have been interested in the Rebellion, but it was founded and run for turns by more of those mutations, so it is pretty much doomed to failure anyway.
Family: Father: Teolore, 62, Vintner
Mother: Aephila, 61, Vinter
Sister: Aelora, 43, Holder
Sister: Teala, 41, Vintner
Brother: Aephalore, 39, Vintner
Sister: Tophila, 36, Holder
Sister: Loraela, 33, Rider of Green Toganth
As well as many, many nieces and nephews
No (known) children
Location: Trelis Weyr
Rank: Retired Rider
Wing/Pack: N/A
History:
Teophilo was born and raised in the midst of his parents' grape farm. He was the fourth child of theirs to be born, after his two older sisters and his brother. Not long after his birth, the family added two more girls to the household. Teophilo and his brother were often terrorized by their sisters growing up, but they all eventually got over it, and while the siblings were never particularly close, they all at least manage to be cordial to each other. Teophilo had always been closest to his brother, anyway, though Aephalore had always been the more outgoing one. They both expected to marry and spend the rest of their lives running the farm and vintner operation, but fate had other plans.
Teophilo was a tall and gawky fifteen-turn-old when the Hold was visited by searchriders. They came from Telgar Weyr, the nearest to their home, and Teophilo was overjoyed when they picked him out, though he was also a little daunted at the prospect of leaving behind everyone he'd ever known. Fortunately for him, his younger sister Loraela was sent to the Weyr as well almost two turns later, but of course, by then, he was busy with other things. Namely, Kieranth.
He stood for clutches at Telgar for a turn and a half before Impressing his blue, but it was well worth the wait. With Kieranth to boost his confidence, T'lo began to blossom in the laid-back Weyr environment. During the turns they spent at Telgar, T'lo and Kieranth both made friends and flirted, with T'lo having two or three consecutive weyrmates and Kieranth winning a considerable number of flights.
Though they had settled in well at Telgar, eventually things had to change. After a serious disagreement on tactics between T'lo and several of his wingmates, including the wingsecond, they got into a fight--T'lo was on the losing end. Though he suffered no permanent physical damage, his wingleader arranged to have him transferred as punishment. T'lo, still upset, was just happy to get away at that point. He and Kieranth were transferred to Trelis Weyr shortly before Gold Loraketh rose for the first time, making her rider Inali Senior Weyrwoman. Not long after arriving, T'lo became interested in the native huntyre species and resolved to get an egg for himself. He bought one from a fellow rider's clutch, and it hatched into an albino rainbow. He named the male Ferren.
T'lo was displeased at the inexperience of the new Weyrwoman, but he was careful not to say so openly and make himself more enemies. He soon had something new to stew over, for one of Loraketh's clutches revealed three new colors, never before seen on Pern--a garnet, an obsidian, and a topaz. He resented the clutching abilities of the sub-queens, concerned that extra clutches would lead to an overpopulation of dragons (growing up in a Hold, he had been keenly aware of tithing costs). He further resented the three colors when they got older and their riders took over ranks that had traditionally gone to gold and bronzeriders, even though riders of blues and greens were treated the same as ever. Ebonies and amethysts were little more than an afterthought to him; not as objectionable as the sub-queens and garnets, but still a symptom of Pern's dragon problem. He stewed silently in his concerns for two turns.
In 201, Thread started to fall, a bit earlier than expected, and the Weyr found itself unprepared. T'lo and Kieranth were as eager to do their part against it as anyone else, though, and they rose to fight it with the rest of their wing. Despite their turns of training, they found themselves woefully underestimating the real thing, however. They had been fighting Threadfall for only a few weeks when tragedy struck. A particularly strong gust of wind caught Kieranth's wings in just the wrong way and carried him straight into the clump of Thread he'd been about to flame. Taken by surprise, the blue escaped between, but not before the Thread had begun to eat through his wingsails.
Though Kieranth got rid of the Thread, he was now faltering in the air and likely to crash if he didn't get help. Fortunately, the senior Queen Loraketh came to his aide, assisting his flight until he could get to the ground. Unfortunately, that left both him and the gold preoccupied and unaware of the Thread around them--Loraketh was struck by a clump of thread and was forced between. She didn't return, and Kieranth was unable to check his fall--he crashed into the ground and injured his wings further.
T'lo and Kieranth barely survived their injuries, but survive they did...which was more than they could say for Loraketh. Not only was T'lo faced with debilitating injuries and forced retirement, he was also responsible for getting their senior Queen killed. Nothing Kieranth, nor anyone else, said could convince him otherwise. He withdrew to his weyr (moved to the lowest level to accommodate Kieranth when it became apparent the blue would not fly again) in solitude, and once he realized how disfiguring his scars were perceived to be, he resolved to stay there. He has held to that (more or less) for the past three turns, though most of the first turn was spent in recovery.
Ferren
Name: Ferren
Pronunciation: FAIR-ren
Age: 7 turns
Type: Huntyre
Rank: Rainbow
Size: 1'10"
Color Codes: Body- FAFAFA
Wings, tail, crest- E6F1FB
Wings, tail, crest tips- F3D4D4
Appearance/Personality: Ferren is an impressive, if unusual, specimen of his color. He is quite large and nearing two feet in length; he tends to loom over other huntyres. His size is not the only thing that draws the eye; though he definitely has the size and personality of a rainbow, his coloring is paler than some lunars. His body is a bright, pure white, with pale shades of blue and reddish pink on his wings, tail and crest. His eyes do not change color, but remain the same shade of dull blue-grey all the time.
Ferren is definitely a dominant, even bossy, huntyre. Around other birds, he has a regal air around him as though he expects to be the center of attention. This doesn't necessarily mean he'll be the dominant one in any group, but he certainly thinks he should be the one in charge. He can be demanding of T'lo's time and attention, but the rider doesn't particularly mind. The rainbow huntyre is certainly loyal, to say the least.
Kieranth
Name: Kieranth
Pronunciation: KEER-ran-th
Age: 21 turns
Rank: Blue
Size: 29' long
Color Codes: Base color: 061554
Wings and back: 000A35
Wing edge and wing underside: 303E7A
Belly and underside: 5D6FBB
Appearance:
Kieranth is a bit on the long side for one of his color, and he has the bulk and muscle to back it up. In the last few turns, most of that muscle has become concentrated in his legs and thighs rather than his wings, though. He has become reasonably adept at moving about on the ground and is about as graceful running on the ground as a creature primarily built for flying can be. His dark blue hide is laced with deep Threadscore scars all along his back, concentrated mostly on his wings. The thin membranes of his wingsails are particularly thick with scar tissue, and there are sections that never completely grew back together. They are incapable of sustaining him in flight now, though on a good day he can sort of glide.
Personality:
Kieranth has not been affected, at least in personality, by their injuries as much as his rider has been. Part of it is due to his natural optimism and ability to shrug off bad things. Sure, he misses flying and wishes he could be of more use to the Weyr, but there's no point in moping over something he can't change. He remains somewhat outgoing; while he has never been an excessively chatty dragon, he enjoys the company of others and even flirts on occasion. He is not as self-conscious as his rider, though he doesn't take well to people who throw his flightlessness in his face.
Though he tries to ignore it, he does miss flying--Kieranth used to be quite the daredevil in the air. He is calm and stable-minded, though, and in cases that don't involve his injuries, he is not easily upset. He prefers to comfort others rather than be comforted, and he enjoys helping others however he can. He doesn't make a regular habit of speaking to humans, but he does sometimes take a liking to someone. These days, he also tends to be quite restless and eager to work, wanting to burn off his excess energy however he can.
There is one other thing to know about Kieranth; that's his inexplicable fondness for writing poetry in his head. For the most part, it's not very good poetry, but T'lo is loathe to tell him so for fear of Kieranth's puppy-dog stare. He also loves to use a lot of metaphors and similes, even in his everyday speech, though sometimes his word choice does more to obscure his meaning than clarify it. He has a bigger vocabulary than he fully understands.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
The sky is the color of a cerulean sapphire, with clouds of snowy white against the aurous sun...You should come see it, T'loMine.
Kieranth has a soft, middle-toned voice that most people tend to find pleasant to listen to. He has a rich, comforting way of speaking that makes even his ridiculous poetry sound good.
