Post by corgi on Apr 6, 2013 12:22:03 GMT -5
Name: Zi'axe
Pronunciation: Zee-ax
Age: 21 turns
Season Born In: Winter
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Biromantic
Appearance:
Zi'axe is an intimadating sight. He is tall, and muscular, with a face detailed like chiseled stone. His nose is sharp but not large. His cheeks are flat, and high boned. His skin is a deep tan, golden brown with hardly a blemish. His eyes are interesting golden hued with brown and black flecks and greenish edges. They are almond shaped, with pupils that seem to dialate and narrow like a snake or cats'. His hair is a wild mane of sleek black locks. Although 'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder' Zi'axe frequently turns heads.
Zi'axe normally wears a tunic of brown reptile textures hide, mimicing that of a snake's. This tunic is thick and is solid with leather strings to adjust the tightness at the neck. Under this tunic he wears a soft shirt of nice leather, which is thin and comfortable. His leggings are dark brown made of cotton or thread similar to jeans but rougher and more coarse.
Footwear is nothing but boots, moccasin type things.
Winter wear is the same sort of tunic, with fur trimmings and boots with the same trim.
Personality:
Arrogant-
Zi'axe takes after a long line of powerful, weaseling people. But only from his father's side. As a child, he was abused by the men of his family, taught to fight, to win, to never trust, and well survive. He now, will never faulter if the chance came to draw knives, or to duel or to answer any kind of challange. But that doesn't mean he is not a good leader.
Hard-working-
Zi'axe has worked to prove himself, to make his fellow people trust him. He may not act it at times, but he does everything to the best hope for tomorrow. His desicions may sometimes border on selfish, Zi'axe is a strong leader despite his hard heart.
Stubborn-
Once Zi'axe gets something into his head, he does no give in. He gets annoyed if another person disagrees with him, or argues but he does it himself. Half of the time, he doesn't seem to give a crap about what other people think of him, but he struggles to be trustworthy. He won't back down, and he can be described as aggressive. Like a savage or a beast.
Family:
Father: H'grn (living) Peddler
Brother: G'rnkin (living) Apprentice to his father
Location: Rindell
Rank: Wingrider
Wing/Pack:
History:
Zi'axe grew up without doting or really parents at all. His mother died in labor with him, and his father hated Zi'axe's very core. Zi'axe hides his emotions and is gruff because of this.
When Zi'axe made a mistake, painful punisment followed. If he did good, negative comments or 'You could have done better' or 'Why can't you be more like G'rnkin?' was what his father would say. Zi'axe found his only comfort came from his various pets.
In the morning, Zi'axe rose early and rushed to finish all of his chores while his family slept, and once done, he would get a roll from the bakery or a bit of meat or cheese from the market. And while he ate, Zi'axe walked the woods, or explored the meadows. During these expeditions, Zi'axe learned what he was fond of. Creatures. Not humans. No. Humans were not kind. He did not enjoy presense of other people much. No. The animals of Pern were his friends. They never told him how lousy he was. They didn't care that his mother died while giving birth to him. They didn't scream or beat him for breaking a dish or tearing his clothes. No. The creatures in the forests, and meadows loved Zi'axe. They would play with him, and run with him.
Zi'axe was walking down the beach on morning, hoping to spot one of the rare riders that sometimes passed overhead. He was a growing boy, about 10. His hair was much too long at this time, wild and hanging in his face.
A sound was rising in volume in the air, vibrating in his broad chest.
Colorful winged lizards, Firelizards were humming so loud now watching the mound of gew-like eggs in the sands.
Zi'axe knelt near, and was welcomed by the group, as he always was. The eggs twitched, bumped together, cracking. The firelizards were intent, their voices climbing to higher pitched squeaks and chirps now.
Zi'axe had never seen such a display, and he crept closer, only a foot away now.
The eggs were cracked, the slimy little hatchlings were crying hungrily, and screaming for food.
Zi'axe reached out his hand, and grabbed a tiny firelizard. From his pocket he pulled a piece of meat he had saved for later. The reptile snapped it up greedily, and was fed until her little belly was bloated and round.
That was one of the happiest days in Zi'axe's life.
Zi'axe had not realized what he had done when he set the female back in the warm nest. Smiling, he turned and began to leave. He had not taken but a step when the little firelizard landed on his shoulder, her eyes whirling with brilliently bright colors.
The green firelizard Nimae has always been with Zi'axe since.
Zi'axe also befriended a tabby tom while doing chores around his small town. Rallie is a brown tom cat with a torn left ear, and mixmatched brown and blue eyes.
Since Zi'axe was so tall and strong for his age, he could easily lie about how old he was.
When Zi'axe was 14 years old, he became a canidate. This was a gift in a way, a reward for his work. During the war, Zi'axe had never really chosen sides with either Ar'rex or S'vern. He didn't care for politics or becoming biased with things like that.
Zi'axe had grown alot for his age. He was taller than most of the other canidates, as he walked across the hot sands. He shifted his feet to ease the hot feeling on his feet.
He gazed at the large bronze egg, forcing his way to the front of the group of boys. Something was stirring inside him, an agression, anxity. That egg, that bronze was his. He knew it. He could feel it.
He deserved that egg. He balled his hands into fists, every part of him wanted to smash the egg. That shell was keeping his bonded from him, and- the egg split widely down the middle. The shell divided most cleanly in half, revealing a big bronze. But before Zi'axe could so much as blink, the Kinglet impressed, not to Zi'axe. To the man's bewilderment, the bronze did not so much as glance toward his direction. There was certainly a mistake!
Turn that frown upside-down! Your Varioth has arrived! Now that I've found you we can be so happy together!
Zi'axe turned on his heels. No! He refused- but he ran smack into a Blue. The Blue shook itself and crooned at him, rainbow eyes whirling. Why Mine? I want a Bronze. Not a silly blue!
Choking back a whimper, Varioth licked hopefully at Zi'axe's face. His had to see that they were bonded! They shared Varioth's sadness, and though his sour face deceived his words, he patted Varioth and said, "Be a damn good worker." He spoke bluntly, but the newly formed bond over-rode his ambition. He suddenly felt completed, and it was like he had never lived until now...
After Impression, the two graduated and are part of the Rebellion.
IMG HERE
Name: Varioth
Pronunciation: VA-REE-OH-TH
Age: 4 turns
Rank: Blue
Size: 23 feet
Color Codes:
Appearance:
1 Paragraph at Least
Personality:
2 Paragraphs at Least
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Insert some type of message your bonded would most likely say.
How the voice sounds, any interesting inflections it has and the like, can be bulleted.
Pronunciation: Zee-ax
Age: 21 turns
Season Born In: Winter
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Biromantic
Appearance:
Zi'axe is an intimadating sight. He is tall, and muscular, with a face detailed like chiseled stone. His nose is sharp but not large. His cheeks are flat, and high boned. His skin is a deep tan, golden brown with hardly a blemish. His eyes are interesting golden hued with brown and black flecks and greenish edges. They are almond shaped, with pupils that seem to dialate and narrow like a snake or cats'. His hair is a wild mane of sleek black locks. Although 'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder' Zi'axe frequently turns heads.
Zi'axe normally wears a tunic of brown reptile textures hide, mimicing that of a snake's. This tunic is thick and is solid with leather strings to adjust the tightness at the neck. Under this tunic he wears a soft shirt of nice leather, which is thin and comfortable. His leggings are dark brown made of cotton or thread similar to jeans but rougher and more coarse.
Footwear is nothing but boots, moccasin type things.
Winter wear is the same sort of tunic, with fur trimmings and boots with the same trim.
Personality:
Arrogant-
Zi'axe takes after a long line of powerful, weaseling people. But only from his father's side. As a child, he was abused by the men of his family, taught to fight, to win, to never trust, and well survive. He now, will never faulter if the chance came to draw knives, or to duel or to answer any kind of challange. But that doesn't mean he is not a good leader.
Hard-working-
Zi'axe has worked to prove himself, to make his fellow people trust him. He may not act it at times, but he does everything to the best hope for tomorrow. His desicions may sometimes border on selfish, Zi'axe is a strong leader despite his hard heart.
Stubborn-
Once Zi'axe gets something into his head, he does no give in. He gets annoyed if another person disagrees with him, or argues but he does it himself. Half of the time, he doesn't seem to give a crap about what other people think of him, but he struggles to be trustworthy. He won't back down, and he can be described as aggressive. Like a savage or a beast.
Family:
Father: H'grn (living) Peddler
Brother: G'rnkin (living) Apprentice to his father
Location: Rindell
Rank: Wingrider
Wing/Pack:
History:
Zi'axe grew up without doting or really parents at all. His mother died in labor with him, and his father hated Zi'axe's very core. Zi'axe hides his emotions and is gruff because of this.
When Zi'axe made a mistake, painful punisment followed. If he did good, negative comments or 'You could have done better' or 'Why can't you be more like G'rnkin?' was what his father would say. Zi'axe found his only comfort came from his various pets.
In the morning, Zi'axe rose early and rushed to finish all of his chores while his family slept, and once done, he would get a roll from the bakery or a bit of meat or cheese from the market. And while he ate, Zi'axe walked the woods, or explored the meadows. During these expeditions, Zi'axe learned what he was fond of. Creatures. Not humans. No. Humans were not kind. He did not enjoy presense of other people much. No. The animals of Pern were his friends. They never told him how lousy he was. They didn't care that his mother died while giving birth to him. They didn't scream or beat him for breaking a dish or tearing his clothes. No. The creatures in the forests, and meadows loved Zi'axe. They would play with him, and run with him.
Zi'axe was walking down the beach on morning, hoping to spot one of the rare riders that sometimes passed overhead. He was a growing boy, about 10. His hair was much too long at this time, wild and hanging in his face.
A sound was rising in volume in the air, vibrating in his broad chest.
Colorful winged lizards, Firelizards were humming so loud now watching the mound of gew-like eggs in the sands.
Zi'axe knelt near, and was welcomed by the group, as he always was. The eggs twitched, bumped together, cracking. The firelizards were intent, their voices climbing to higher pitched squeaks and chirps now.
Zi'axe had never seen such a display, and he crept closer, only a foot away now.
The eggs were cracked, the slimy little hatchlings were crying hungrily, and screaming for food.
Zi'axe reached out his hand, and grabbed a tiny firelizard. From his pocket he pulled a piece of meat he had saved for later. The reptile snapped it up greedily, and was fed until her little belly was bloated and round.
That was one of the happiest days in Zi'axe's life.
Zi'axe had not realized what he had done when he set the female back in the warm nest. Smiling, he turned and began to leave. He had not taken but a step when the little firelizard landed on his shoulder, her eyes whirling with brilliently bright colors.
The green firelizard Nimae has always been with Zi'axe since.
Zi'axe also befriended a tabby tom while doing chores around his small town. Rallie is a brown tom cat with a torn left ear, and mixmatched brown and blue eyes.
Since Zi'axe was so tall and strong for his age, he could easily lie about how old he was.
When Zi'axe was 14 years old, he became a canidate. This was a gift in a way, a reward for his work. During the war, Zi'axe had never really chosen sides with either Ar'rex or S'vern. He didn't care for politics or becoming biased with things like that.
Zi'axe had grown alot for his age. He was taller than most of the other canidates, as he walked across the hot sands. He shifted his feet to ease the hot feeling on his feet.
He gazed at the large bronze egg, forcing his way to the front of the group of boys. Something was stirring inside him, an agression, anxity. That egg, that bronze was his. He knew it. He could feel it.
He deserved that egg. He balled his hands into fists, every part of him wanted to smash the egg. That shell was keeping his bonded from him, and- the egg split widely down the middle. The shell divided most cleanly in half, revealing a big bronze. But before Zi'axe could so much as blink, the Kinglet impressed, not to Zi'axe. To the man's bewilderment, the bronze did not so much as glance toward his direction. There was certainly a mistake!
Turn that frown upside-down! Your Varioth has arrived! Now that I've found you we can be so happy together!
Zi'axe turned on his heels. No! He refused- but he ran smack into a Blue. The Blue shook itself and crooned at him, rainbow eyes whirling. Why Mine? I want a Bronze. Not a silly blue!
Choking back a whimper, Varioth licked hopefully at Zi'axe's face. His had to see that they were bonded! They shared Varioth's sadness, and though his sour face deceived his words, he patted Varioth and said, "Be a damn good worker." He spoke bluntly, but the newly formed bond over-rode his ambition. He suddenly felt completed, and it was like he had never lived until now...
After Impression, the two graduated and are part of the Rebellion.
Varioth
IMG HERE
Name: Varioth
Pronunciation: VA-REE-OH-TH
Age: 4 turns
Rank: Blue
Size: 23 feet
Color Codes:
Appearance:
1 Paragraph at Least
Personality:
2 Paragraphs at Least
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Insert some type of message your bonded would most likely say.
How the voice sounds, any interesting inflections it has and the like, can be bulleted.