Post by Lady Smara on Jun 4, 2011 22:40:29 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC?Lady Smara
Recruited by:Hg, forever ago.
Email: Kreinera@gmail.com --- I can be reached on AIM with the same address.
Character Info:
Name: T'mak (Tschermak)
Age: 14 Turns (at least that is what the crèche ladies guess him to be at, to be honest they have all forgotten his birthing day or Turn.)
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrbrat / Candidate
Family:
Father: Unknown Bluerider
Mother: Sherilyn, Drudge, died giving childbirth to Tschermak
Siblings: Unknown half-brothers and half-sisters are possible, all through the father.
Appearance:
Brown wavy hair, almost to the point of being curly but not quite, adorns this Weyrbrat’s head. Often in need of a cut as it grows just as quickly as any child’s, it is no wonder that Tshermak’s hair often brushes the collar of his shirt. Bushy eyebrows top surprisingly green eyes while his cheeks currently still hold a slight hint of baby fat, though that will quickly be disappearing with his next growth spurt.
Standing in at a short 4’7” and barely scraping in at 78 pounds, Tschermak is one of the smaller boys within his age group. At this moment there seems to be little promise for Tschermak to reach the tall heights that many of the dragonrider’s proudly boast.
Small in frame as much as weight, it is rather amazing that he has the pain tolerance that he does. It is very rare to find Tschermak without some visible bruise or another while it is nearly as uncommon to find a fresh scrape or cut. The boy seems to be in constant need of a band-aid or possibly medical attention.
A crèche child with no parents to claim, it is no small surprise that he doesn’t even own the clothes on his back – they belong to the crèche and just as they were handed down to him, they will eventually be handed down to another child when he outgrows them. Tattered and often too baggy, his clothes never match and are often in need of new patches. With the Weyr in the south, it is also uncommon to find him with shoes on unless he has wandered into the hatching grounds once again.
A long scar running almost the length of his right thigh sits ugly and white where a blue from his first Standing at a Clutch stepped upon him and gouged him open. It had taken a long time to heal and even now he still has a slight limp because of it.
Personality:
A Silent Hero ~~ Nobody has really truly been able to understand Tschermak’s need to play the silent hero. If a weyrbrat is in trouble; be it with bullies or adults; Tschermak will silently step in to take the blame or the beating, whichever it may be. Some children believe he is too dumb to know better while the adults have given up hope for the boy. If everyone says he did something and he does not deny it, how can they not punish him as an example to the rest? They cannot play favoritism and who would with a bastard child?
A Silent Victim ~~ Left with no mother and no father willing to claim him, Tschermak has already suffered anyone’s fair share of emotional turmoil. If that were not enough, he began to have headaches at 6 turns hold. He cannot explain it and while there are times that they come and go, there are other times when they last for days. One could say he has grown use to the pain; or one could say it is the pain that has dulled his senses.
A Tattered Heart ~~ Tschermak had once wished for a family, just as he had once wished to become a dragonrider. A heart can only be shattered so many times; broken into so many pieces; before one begins to give up. Even at his tender age, Tschermak has already begun to give up, the fight within him has begun to die.
Hobbies/Skills: While it might not be considered a skill, Tschermak does have a high tolerance for pain – mostly because of the constant pain he seems to have in the form of headaches and bruises. He has no ability in fighting, music or letters. Numbers he is okay at, but there are still those better than him within the Weyr Harper’s class.
Pets: A small female tunnel cat, given to him by a random bronzerider who had a box full of them after the last hatching. While he personally thinks the coloring of the feline is ugly, he has still lovingly taken to calling her "Mis-Match" after her messy coloration.
History:
Sherilyn, while she was not a breathtaking sight for most men, at least knew what she was doing and her place in the Weyr as a Drudge. She understood that to move up from her humble beginnings she would need to steal the heart of a dragonrider. At first she began by trying to woo one of the higher ranking riders, but it soon became clear to her that while she did not have standards herself, they apparently did.
Her desire to live an easier life than in drudgery lead her to the habit of being a flightmoth. Each time a dragon rose, green or the rare gold, she was there waiting. Only one lucky rider got the prize of mating with the flying dragonrider – the rest were left hungry and with much lower standards. It was easy for her to entice them at that point. While she could get them to sleep with her easily enough, she soon found it was more difficult to keep them with her once they regained their senses.
Watching the other women around the Weyr, she began to devise another step to help with her new dilemma. A man of honor, such a dragonrider, would not leave a woman to drudgery while heavy with his child! And so it was, she went from flight to flight hoping and wishing to become pregnant. Surely that would be her key to a better life!
What she soon realized, however, was that in order to use a child against a dragonrider in the way she hoped to, she needed to actually needed to keep track of which men she slept with when. Losing quick track of them or even the order with which she slept with who throughout the many green flights, by the time she found herself heavy with child she could not have hoped to convince one that the child was theirs. Everyone knew how many she slept with, they would take no responsibility.
Now unhappy with the child who was a burden that nobody would claim for her, she continued her lifestyle with little to no concern for the child. In fact, twice she attempted to force a miscarriage when it became clear that there was no reason to have the child. With no dragonriders willing to take her between after she attempted to blame the child on them, however, she was unsuccessful.
The child came, despite her attempts, and with the baby boy so came the complications. Needless to say, Sherilyn did not live through the night and many really felt no loss as the flightmoth passed. The baby boy was given a name and passed off to a wet-nurse. When the Weyr held such a busy crèche, it was easy to lose one parentless child among so many. And so it was that the crèche became the closest thing that Tschermak knew as a family in his early years, and even that was shaky as he watched the other children at least spend a day or two here and there with a parent.
As he grew, Tschermak stopped asking the crèche nurses where his mom and dad were. The answer that they didn’t know or that he needed to go back to playing soon helped him realize that there were none for him. Wheither the Weyr had run out of mother’s and father’s or if he was simply not wanted crossed his mind more than once and the young boy proved to be quieter than most because of it.
Tschermak slowly grew into the ‘silent hero’ type as he began to learn what bullies were and how they acted. He had his own fair share of tussles with them on their own accord, but as he grew he began to step in when the younger children were being picked on as well. Rarely did he return the harsh words or names that the bullies would throw his way, instead simply telling the smaller children to leave as he took the blunt of their cruelty.
What did it matter? Tschermak had no parents who would miss him or worry about him. This also suited the bullies just fine as Tschermak never tattled them out – they got into less trouble when he did not leave crying to an adult.
The headaches began at a young age, probably either his 6th or 7th turn. Occurring often enough, Tschermak no longer remembers not having one or several throughout the day. None the less, he continues his silent watch along the Creche and Lowercaverns to step in where bullies needed a different target, the headaches not deterring them though they have slowly taken what fight there was out of him. Why attempt to fight the bullies back when it hurt so much already anyways. Faster to let them beat him and get it over with.
One thing the headaches have done, however, is make the already quiet child even quieter. He values the quiet of the back tunnels or high on the Weyrbowl Walls. There have been times he has even been found in the hatching sand’s high in the stands for the simple solitude and quiet of the place.
A few have bothered asking the child if he dreams of becoming a dragonrider. Before the headaches he would reply with a happy ‘yes!’ and tell them he dreamed of riding a blue or even a brown, not daring to dream higher. Now, however, he will answer with a quiet shrug. Again, the fight has been drained out of the child and to be truthful he would have be fine if the pain would just go.
The first hatching he stood for was the oldtimer queen Issarith's clutch. While the queen, having already attacked and bloodied two bronzes in the Weyr had a reputation for violence, he had not expected that same reputation to carry into her clutch. Hatchlings fought, however, and in the end Tschermak had been caught beneath the foot of a blue.
It was with a lip and a long scar on his right leg that he was given permission to stand again by the Candidate Master. Standing for Rhiannoth's clutch, Tschermak had not expected to find his lifemate - in fact he had actually been hoping that he would stand for several more clutches, that way he could keep his promise to the girl Seirsha to stand with her when she could.
Even so, he would never have turned the red-brown Rusath away and while he struggles to figure out how to make up his broken promise to Seirsha he is still trying to cope with the shock that he, Tschermak, the boy who nobody knew, managed to impress.
Dragon Info
Name: Rusath
Color: Brown
Age: Weyrling
Description:
Personality:
Recruited by:Hg, forever ago.
Email: Kreinera@gmail.com --- I can be reached on AIM with the same address.
Character Info:
Name: T'mak (Tschermak)
Age: 14 Turns (at least that is what the crèche ladies guess him to be at, to be honest they have all forgotten his birthing day or Turn.)
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrbrat / Candidate
Family:
Father: Unknown Bluerider
Mother: Sherilyn, Drudge, died giving childbirth to Tschermak
Siblings: Unknown half-brothers and half-sisters are possible, all through the father.
Appearance:
Brown wavy hair, almost to the point of being curly but not quite, adorns this Weyrbrat’s head. Often in need of a cut as it grows just as quickly as any child’s, it is no wonder that Tshermak’s hair often brushes the collar of his shirt. Bushy eyebrows top surprisingly green eyes while his cheeks currently still hold a slight hint of baby fat, though that will quickly be disappearing with his next growth spurt.
Standing in at a short 4’7” and barely scraping in at 78 pounds, Tschermak is one of the smaller boys within his age group. At this moment there seems to be little promise for Tschermak to reach the tall heights that many of the dragonrider’s proudly boast.
Small in frame as much as weight, it is rather amazing that he has the pain tolerance that he does. It is very rare to find Tschermak without some visible bruise or another while it is nearly as uncommon to find a fresh scrape or cut. The boy seems to be in constant need of a band-aid or possibly medical attention.
A crèche child with no parents to claim, it is no small surprise that he doesn’t even own the clothes on his back – they belong to the crèche and just as they were handed down to him, they will eventually be handed down to another child when he outgrows them. Tattered and often too baggy, his clothes never match and are often in need of new patches. With the Weyr in the south, it is also uncommon to find him with shoes on unless he has wandered into the hatching grounds once again.
A long scar running almost the length of his right thigh sits ugly and white where a blue from his first Standing at a Clutch stepped upon him and gouged him open. It had taken a long time to heal and even now he still has a slight limp because of it.
Personality:
A Silent Hero ~~ Nobody has really truly been able to understand Tschermak’s need to play the silent hero. If a weyrbrat is in trouble; be it with bullies or adults; Tschermak will silently step in to take the blame or the beating, whichever it may be. Some children believe he is too dumb to know better while the adults have given up hope for the boy. If everyone says he did something and he does not deny it, how can they not punish him as an example to the rest? They cannot play favoritism and who would with a bastard child?
A Silent Victim ~~ Left with no mother and no father willing to claim him, Tschermak has already suffered anyone’s fair share of emotional turmoil. If that were not enough, he began to have headaches at 6 turns hold. He cannot explain it and while there are times that they come and go, there are other times when they last for days. One could say he has grown use to the pain; or one could say it is the pain that has dulled his senses.
A Tattered Heart ~~ Tschermak had once wished for a family, just as he had once wished to become a dragonrider. A heart can only be shattered so many times; broken into so many pieces; before one begins to give up. Even at his tender age, Tschermak has already begun to give up, the fight within him has begun to die.
Hobbies/Skills: While it might not be considered a skill, Tschermak does have a high tolerance for pain – mostly because of the constant pain he seems to have in the form of headaches and bruises. He has no ability in fighting, music or letters. Numbers he is okay at, but there are still those better than him within the Weyr Harper’s class.
Pets: A small female tunnel cat, given to him by a random bronzerider who had a box full of them after the last hatching. While he personally thinks the coloring of the feline is ugly, he has still lovingly taken to calling her "Mis-Match" after her messy coloration.
History:
Sherilyn, while she was not a breathtaking sight for most men, at least knew what she was doing and her place in the Weyr as a Drudge. She understood that to move up from her humble beginnings she would need to steal the heart of a dragonrider. At first she began by trying to woo one of the higher ranking riders, but it soon became clear to her that while she did not have standards herself, they apparently did.
Her desire to live an easier life than in drudgery lead her to the habit of being a flightmoth. Each time a dragon rose, green or the rare gold, she was there waiting. Only one lucky rider got the prize of mating with the flying dragonrider – the rest were left hungry and with much lower standards. It was easy for her to entice them at that point. While she could get them to sleep with her easily enough, she soon found it was more difficult to keep them with her once they regained their senses.
Watching the other women around the Weyr, she began to devise another step to help with her new dilemma. A man of honor, such a dragonrider, would not leave a woman to drudgery while heavy with his child! And so it was, she went from flight to flight hoping and wishing to become pregnant. Surely that would be her key to a better life!
What she soon realized, however, was that in order to use a child against a dragonrider in the way she hoped to, she needed to actually needed to keep track of which men she slept with when. Losing quick track of them or even the order with which she slept with who throughout the many green flights, by the time she found herself heavy with child she could not have hoped to convince one that the child was theirs. Everyone knew how many she slept with, they would take no responsibility.
Now unhappy with the child who was a burden that nobody would claim for her, she continued her lifestyle with little to no concern for the child. In fact, twice she attempted to force a miscarriage when it became clear that there was no reason to have the child. With no dragonriders willing to take her between after she attempted to blame the child on them, however, she was unsuccessful.
The child came, despite her attempts, and with the baby boy so came the complications. Needless to say, Sherilyn did not live through the night and many really felt no loss as the flightmoth passed. The baby boy was given a name and passed off to a wet-nurse. When the Weyr held such a busy crèche, it was easy to lose one parentless child among so many. And so it was that the crèche became the closest thing that Tschermak knew as a family in his early years, and even that was shaky as he watched the other children at least spend a day or two here and there with a parent.
As he grew, Tschermak stopped asking the crèche nurses where his mom and dad were. The answer that they didn’t know or that he needed to go back to playing soon helped him realize that there were none for him. Wheither the Weyr had run out of mother’s and father’s or if he was simply not wanted crossed his mind more than once and the young boy proved to be quieter than most because of it.
Tschermak slowly grew into the ‘silent hero’ type as he began to learn what bullies were and how they acted. He had his own fair share of tussles with them on their own accord, but as he grew he began to step in when the younger children were being picked on as well. Rarely did he return the harsh words or names that the bullies would throw his way, instead simply telling the smaller children to leave as he took the blunt of their cruelty.
What did it matter? Tschermak had no parents who would miss him or worry about him. This also suited the bullies just fine as Tschermak never tattled them out – they got into less trouble when he did not leave crying to an adult.
The headaches began at a young age, probably either his 6th or 7th turn. Occurring often enough, Tschermak no longer remembers not having one or several throughout the day. None the less, he continues his silent watch along the Creche and Lowercaverns to step in where bullies needed a different target, the headaches not deterring them though they have slowly taken what fight there was out of him. Why attempt to fight the bullies back when it hurt so much already anyways. Faster to let them beat him and get it over with.
One thing the headaches have done, however, is make the already quiet child even quieter. He values the quiet of the back tunnels or high on the Weyrbowl Walls. There have been times he has even been found in the hatching sand’s high in the stands for the simple solitude and quiet of the place.
A few have bothered asking the child if he dreams of becoming a dragonrider. Before the headaches he would reply with a happy ‘yes!’ and tell them he dreamed of riding a blue or even a brown, not daring to dream higher. Now, however, he will answer with a quiet shrug. Again, the fight has been drained out of the child and to be truthful he would have be fine if the pain would just go.
The first hatching he stood for was the oldtimer queen Issarith's clutch. While the queen, having already attacked and bloodied two bronzes in the Weyr had a reputation for violence, he had not expected that same reputation to carry into her clutch. Hatchlings fought, however, and in the end Tschermak had been caught beneath the foot of a blue.
It was with a lip and a long scar on his right leg that he was given permission to stand again by the Candidate Master. Standing for Rhiannoth's clutch, Tschermak had not expected to find his lifemate - in fact he had actually been hoping that he would stand for several more clutches, that way he could keep his promise to the girl Seirsha to stand with her when she could.
Even so, he would never have turned the red-brown Rusath away and while he struggles to figure out how to make up his broken promise to Seirsha he is still trying to cope with the shock that he, Tschermak, the boy who nobody knew, managed to impress.
Dragon Info
Name: Rusath
Color: Brown
Age: Weyrling
Description:
- Rich, mahagony brown
- Long, lean, muscular
- Athletic, larger than average
- Mature size- 34 meters (a larger brown than most, but not the largest)
Personality:
- Loner
- Intelligent
- Peaceful
- Affectionate
- Protective of his rider
History: (TBA)
Clutch: Rhiannoth’s 1st by Zorometh
Hatching Order: From the Promise Land Egg
Text Color: 941C17
