Post by taylor on Mar 28, 2013 13:50:54 GMT -5
T'rik
Name: T'rik
Pronunciation: Trick
Age: 23
Season Born In: Late winter
Gender: Male
Sexuality:
Appearance:
T'rik has fairly short blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. People have joked that spending his life tucked away inside with scrolls has leached away his color. It has also made him look a bit frail. He is slightly shorter than six feet tall, and thin. Before he began Standing as a Candidate, he was rail thin without an ounce of muscle on him. The strongest part of his body was his left arm from all the writing he did. Chores and then the work of caring for a dragon built him up, however. He still looks thin, but he's got a bit of strength to him, at least.
For the most part, he has a rather serious look to him. He focuses on the past to the point where he can lose touch with the present, and it can make his reactions seem a bit odd. In the middle of a celebration, he may look solemn and upset because of something that happened two hundred Turns ago that has just come to mind. Likewise, he may be surrounded by people grieving the death of a loved one while he grins at the memory of something that happened a turn or two ago.
When T'rik is engaged in the present moment, he can be somewhat...intense. His lopsided smile and the way he stares at you can make him look a tad maniacal, if you're not used to it. Suddenly he will be all waving hands and rapid speech, trying to pull you into his excitement if you aren't already there.
Personality:
T'rik is an archivist through and through. His mind is often in the past, thinking over events which occurred hundreds or even thousands of years before, considering the actions of his ancestors and tracing the effects of their actions to the present day. If he's not in archivist mode, he's often thinking about the past few turns - the death of his mother, the failure of the dragonriders to save her, the hatchlings who rejected him and took away his chance to fight Thread, the hatching where he finally got his dragon.
There seems to be a delay of at least a day or two in T'rik's mind, at times. If you make a joke and his mind is sometime else (as it often is) he may give a softly muttered acknowledgement and brush it aside. Give him a day or two to catch up and he'll realize what you said as he replays the past week in his mind. If he deems it important enough to respond to, you may be awoken in the middle of the night by a half-clothed man who simply must tell you what he thinks of what you said.
There are some things which can ground T'rik in the moment. Sobreth is one. If she wants to talk to him about something, she wants him to listen. Now. None of that absent-minded nonsense, no sir. Major life events like hatchings can (usually) ground him as well, as can...well, let's just say being naked with naked people can get him focused on the present mighty quick.
T'rik has grown up being told details of Pernese history which most children were spared for fear of boring them. As he's grown older, he's expanded on that knowledge, until he can tell you the time of certain events to the turn, possibly even to the month or day. With such knowledge, he tends to assume he knows everything about everything. What could any non-harper have to teach him? If there is any knowledge he lacks, he figures it is in some scroll or hide somewhere, and it is probably summed up there far more concisely than any living human will do. He doesn't mind authority figures...unless they think they know something he doesn't. He will take orders, but he won't tolerate lessons. The only exceptions to this disdain of teaching are lessons from harpers. He grew up surrounded by harpers and they have become the equivalent of parent figures to him. His mother's authority dispersed to all the harpers in the hall, as any one of them might be the one to teach him a particular song or help him with his writing.
T'rik expects others to be ignorant and doesn't see it as his job to correct them. For the most part, he will let peoples' mistakes slide. With those who are supposedly his "betters", however, he is less lenient. They are meant to be examples and sources of knowledge, after all. When someone higher ranked than him makes a mistake, he will quietly interject corrections as they speak, offering better words they could have used, correcting their grammar, or letting them know when they have a historical fact wrong.
A note about his sexuality: T'rik is straight. He has no feelings of attraction to men, whatsoever, and can't really understand how anyone can, particularly when women are around being so lovely and soft and appealing. That being said, he is a greenrider. And everyone knows greenriders are gay, right? Yeah, everyone knows that. Far be it from him to break centuries of tradition. If he's a greenrider, he's going to be a proper greenrider, and that means getting all hot and bothered at the sight of a naked man. So far, he's failed to accomplish this goal without some intense fantasizing about very non-male naked bodies, but practice makes perfect, right?
Family:
Riva - mother - deceased harper
Vetik - father - 44 - harper
Location: Rebellion
Rank: Wingrider
Wing/Pack:
History:
Tarivek's mother grew up in Fort Weyr, fascinated by harpers. No one was surprised when she declared, at age 10, that she wanted to be a harper. Within a few turns, she was apprenticed to someone and sent off to Fort Harper Hall to learn more. While she soaked up the knowledge, she also soaked up the attention she got. An older apprentice rather liked the pretty young girl, and started showering her with compliments and affection. The two grew rather close and when she was fifteen, their relationship deepened from a flirtatious friendship into something more. The other harper was four turns older than her, and knew what he was doing, but she was inexperienced and curious, experimenting with this attraction and the activities it unlocked.
Unfortunately, experimenting with certain activities led to an unexpected pregnancy when she was 16. She didn't realize what had happened until it was too late to safely take a long trip between and undo her mistake. Riva carried the child to full term, losing the affection of her erstwhile companion in the process. As her body swelled, he turned his attention to a younger, thinner apprentice, desiring someone whose inexperience and curiosity would make her an easy target. As he moved on to his next conquest, Riva brought Tarivek into the world.
She was encouraged (most strongly by Tarivek's father) to leave the harper hall and focus on her baby; Tarivek would steal her attention and stop her progress through the craft, anyway. It was her dream to be a harper, though, and so Riva ignored everyone's advice. Their second suggestion - to give him to the creche - was met with similar rejection. She loved the boy the moment she saw him, and wanted to keep him at her side and teach him to love harpersongs as she did, and to mold her into a copy of herself.
Raising a child did slow down Riva's progress, so that she became a journeyman at age 28, rather than sooner as her peers had done. She figured it was worth it, however, as her son lapped up every bit of knowledge and every song she could give to him, memorizing Pern's history and spouting off facts (if not accurately repeating the rhymes and songs which had taught him those facts) to anyone who would listen.
Riva was delighted when Tarivek chose to follow her example and become a harper. It was quickly discovered, however, that Tarivek possessed no musical talent. His voice was melodious enough to make everyone around him wince and quickly excuse themselves from the room. His attempts at learning an instrument were, perhaps, even more painful for those around him. After a turn and a half of Tarivek's agonizing attempts at harpership, Riva took him aside and gently suggested he find something else to strive for.
After about six months of turmoil and feelings of rejection, Tarivek latched onto archivecraft. He was able to funnel his obsessive interest in Pernese history into something productive, without making all those around him wish they were deaf. He progressed quickly, adoring spending every moment in dusty archive rooms, poring over scrolls and copying them, saving precious knowledge which was about to fade into nothingness on ancient hides. (And if you dare suggest that crop growth records from 70 turns ago are not priceless artifacts, you may find yourself with a quill impaling your eyeball.)
Tarivek and Riva were happy, both progressing happily through their crafts. Riva was nearing mastership and Tarivek was quickly closing in on being declared a journeyman. When Tarivek was 20, he walked the tables, Riva beaming with pride at the accomplishments of her baby boy. Riva, however, never got the chance to become a master harper. She regularly took walks out of the hall, rambling across the countryside. She said being out in nature inspired her.
No one expected Thread to strike in the middle of her walk. It was supposed to be gone forever, wasn't it? It would never come back! And yet there it was, streaking from the sky in deadly silver tendrils. Tarivek was terrified - he'd read about Thread, of course, but it seemed so long ago it was just a fantasy story, now. Worse, his mother was out there. As the sparse dragonriders quickly rallied and sought to fight the spores, Tarivek got some hope. Maybe his mother had found shelter. Maybe the dragons got it all before it could get to her. Maybe his world wasn't falling down around him.
She didn't come back once Thread had ended, though. He quickly headed out, hoping he could find her if he just walked around long enough. As night fell and the sky turned black, he still hadn't found her. After tripping and twisting his ankle, he was forced to turn back, limping home, in pain both physically and emotionally. He didn't give up, though, heading out every day for nine days. On the tenth day, as he grabbed some food for lunch and started to head out, he was pulled aside by the man who had been training Riva. She was gone, he said. Tarivek had been trying not to believe it for the past nine days, but having someone else say it made him confront the truth. He broke down sobbing and was completely inconsolable for a month. One of his friends found a litter of kittens and, once the kittens were old enough to be away from their mother, brought one to Tarivek, hoping the fluffy ball of love might revive him. While Smudge could coax an occasional smile from him, Tarivek didn't seem to be recovering in any more general sense of the word.
When he had finally started to recover for real, he asked to be transferred to a Weyr. He'd gained a new purpose in life. He wanted to destroy Thread. Every last bit of it. And to do that, he had to get a dragon. He had spent his life reading about the heroic dragonriders who saved the people of Pern time and time again, and now he resented the world's current dragonriders. If they were more like the heroes of old, they could have saved his mother. If they hadn't been lolling about in their weyrs, fornicating and living it up on the tithes of hard working Pernese folk (because that was clearly all dragonriders did), Riva would still be alive.
Tarivek got his wish and was moved to Fort Weyr, his education continuing under a master there. At first, the shock of this new environment wiped his dreams of dragonriding from his mind. He had read enough about dragonriders that he knew it would be a more...liberal environment. He figured it wouldn't surprise him. A gold flew just a sevenday after his arrival, however, and the feelings surging through him and the behavior of those around him startled and, quite honestly, terrified him. He quickly locked himself away in the record rooms, poring over old hides, sure if he read enough he would find some detailed writing about dragonrider licentiousness and how to deal with it.
Before he could find this magical writing, however, his master grew concerned. He appreciated an avid student as much as the next person, but this was just obsessive. He dragged the young archivist out of the record rooms and sat him down in front of a searcher pair. He needed to snap Tarivek out of this panicked haze, and perhaps Candidacy was the thing to do it. To his relief and satisfaction, the pair deemed Tarivek suitable for Candidacy, and the troubled youth was soon shoved onto the Sands to touch the eggs of the gold which had triggered his obsessive episode.
Whether it was the heat of the sands, the excitement of watching new dragons come into the world, or the disappointment of being left alone, the hatching snapped Tarivek out of his fear. He returned to his duties as an archivist, but his focus was once more on becoming a dragonrider. As dragons burst from their eggs, he was always there on those hot sands, wishing for a bronze with each new clutch. With a bronze, he could whip the useless dragonriders of Pern into shape and avenge his mother. As turns passed and he remained dragonless, he became less picky; any dragon would be fantastic, as long as it could breathe fire and destroy the thing he hated more than anything else in the world.
Finally, he got what he wanted. From the last egg at a hatching, a green emerged into the world. She didn't hesitate for a single second, eyes latching onto Tarivek and instantly starting to shift into rainbow, even before she took a step towards him. By the time she'd walked across the sands to his side, the bond was already strong and Tarivek had become T'rik.
The pair went through weyrlinghood with no small amount of impatience. T'rik had already read everything and didn't think his teacher had anything new to tell him. In fact, he took to skipping lessons, reading scrolls about the topics instead of going to hear the weyrlingmaster talk about them. As you might expect, that didn't go over well. After some swift and harsh punishment, T'rik resumed conventional lessons. As graduation neared, though, T'rik and Sobreth were more than a little conflicted. They wanted leadership, after all, and they would never get that. Sobreth's hide was not the right color to give them rank, and there was nothing they could do to change that.
Not in a weyr, anyway. But the rebellion...? Well, they didn't think highly of the rebellion. In T'rik's opinion, Rindell is populated by an immature gaggle of rebels without a cause, a bunch of children looking for something to whine about so they can feel important. There's a sharding new colored male in charge of Trelis, for Faranth's sake! Still... It may be pure idiocy, but T'rik thinks it may be historically significant idiocy. And while the pair don't entirely understand the structure of the rebellion, they've heard it's different from that of the weyrs. Perhaps a green can get the power she craves.
As soon as they graduated, the pair betweened to Rindell, intent on recording history and making sure they were important figures in the records they wrote.
Sobreth
Name: Sobreth
Pronunciation: Sew - breath
Age: 1
Rank: Green
Size: 22 feet
Color Codes: #59EE2F
Appearance:
Sobreth is a fairly average sized green. Her tail is slightly longer than normal for her body size, and she has a habit of flicking the tip of it like a feline when impatient or when she thinks you're saying something idiotic. Her wings have a mottled appearance, like sunshine on the bottom of a green pool, distorted by the sunlight. A bright stripe of near-neon green runs down her body just below the place her wings join up with her back, from head to tail. The tips of her tail are this same color, and thin lines of it curl up around her legs. The rest of her is somewhat darker, a nice forest green.
Sobreth has a proud bearing, head always held high. She doesn't look down on others, but she refuses to look up to anyone, either. She is your equal and she will be treated as such, regardless of rank or color.
Personality:
Sobreth is proud of herself and her rider, and of who they are. Act like they are less than impressive because of the color of her hide and you'll be treated to instant disdain. It isn't even that she'll get mad; she'll just think you're a moron. Sobreth's tactic for dealing with unpleasant situations is to be snarky. Sarcasm is the answer to everything, and she'll happily mock you all day if she thinks you deserve it. And you likely do.
Sobreth wants to lead. This, in fact, is what first drew her to Hers. She wanted a rider who would look past her color and take her ambitions seriously, and she found that. She thinks the hierarchy which governs Pern is completely ridiculous, and doesn't think she should have to accept it. Of course, this can make T'rik uncomfortable - think of the tradition Sobreth! - but she's quick to point out that tradition has led them to where they are now, and T'rik certainly isn't impressed with the current state of affairs.
Sobreth doesn't feel the same level of disdain for the rebellion that her rider does. She thinks it's silly, and doesn't quite understand why it exists or what the people of Rindell think they're accomplishing, but to each their own, right? If this is what people want to do with their life, that's fine, and she'll just be mildly amused at them. Well...be mildly amused and take advantage of the situation, that is. She may not understand all the fuss about the new colors, but that doesn't mean she's not delighted that there now exists an environment where a green might get ahead.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Yes well you're just a bundle of brains, so of course we should do whatever you say, hmm?[/color][/i]
Sobreth usually sounds amused, and there's always the feeling that she's amused at you. She never raises her voice and doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word "anger", but she usually sounds sarcastic.
Sunshine
Name: Sunshine
Pronunciation: As it looks
Age: 3
Type: Firelizard
Rank: Blue
Size: 19 inches
Color Codes:
Appearance/Personality: Sunshine used to be named Indigo for his dark, near-purple hide. Shortly after Sobreth's hatching, however, he was renamed, because the green decided he needed a name which reflected how brilliant he was. Sunshine, you see, is...very much not brilliant. He has a great deal of trouble with facial recognition. And voice recognition. And...well, basically everything. He has a lot of trouble finding specific people, and is thus completely useless for sending messages. He is sometimes capable of fetching things for T'rik, and will be sent off to retrieve a quill or bit of parchment if the greenrider finds something he has to record right now. Sometimes, this is successful, but other times he disappears for several hours. When he's found, it turns out he's delivered the item to someone completely random, who is now a bit puzzled as to why a blue firelizard is dropping quills in their lap and then looking at them expectantly, waiting for praise.
Fortunately, there is a trick to getting the blue to perform well. See, he's in love with Sobreth. He may not know anyone else by face, name, or smell, but he could find the green from a mile away. If T'rik has Sobreth with him, he can be sure Sunshine will come back to the right place with the delivery. Sure, he'll usually deliver it to Sobreth instead of T'rik, but at least the goods will be in the vicinity. He gets very huffy when Sobreth flirts with any other male, and threw quite the hissy fit the one time she's flown so far.
