Post by Yuu Kanduet on May 26, 2011 14:02:46 GMT -5
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Recruited by: advrtisement
Email: PM me please.
Character Info:
Name: D'isk (formerly Davisk)
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Rank: Wingrider of Shadow Wing
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Immediate Family:
Father - Denkin (Holdless) 32
Mother - Freeya (Holdless) 43 deceased
Appearance:
D'isk is a man who is larger than life in his looks. Standing at six feet exactly, he's a monster of a man with thick cords of muscles and shoulders broader than most boys his age. At first glance, D'isk can seem quite intimidating, especially if your standing close to him. D'isk's weight tapers at around one hundred and seventy pounds of rock solid muscle.
Skin the color of caramel entice many would be suitors as do his dark eyes the color of hot klah. D'isk is considered attractive by almost everyone that meets him. There is only one flaw to D'isk's almost superfluously good looks, and that is a jagged scar on his thigh, a memoir of his quick tongue and unchecked thoughts.
Personality:
As frightening as D'isk appears on the outside, he is quite the opposite on the inside. D'isk likes to laugh and joke and is easily amused by himself and others. While he is trained in combat, D'isk prefers quiet resolutions and happy endings. He's a sucker for romanticism and loves trying to hook people up. The only person he has ever failed at is himself, but he remains stalwart in his search for his Mr. Right.
D'isk is outgoing in most things and loves to partake in pranks and more than a little illicit activities. Exploring forbidden places or getting into things he's been instructed not to are common place for this young rouge.
With an expressive face and a bad habit of gesturing wildly at the smallest of things, it is easy to tell what this fiery man is thinking and feeling.
Hobbies/Skills:
- Wielding a broadsword
- Extensive hand to hand combat
- Telling incredibly bad jokes
- Swimming
- Wearing as little as possible without getting in trouble
- Fighting
Pets: Silver Tabby Named Reela
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History:
Davisk was an accident. There is no other way to describe his conception. His mother never wanted a child, and his father never knew he existed, but all the same, his mother did her best to raise him in a camp of wild and unruly male figures who cared little for morals or unclaimed children. All while he was growing up, Davisk would watch the man he knew to be his father with a sense of aw and a deep-seated feeling of shame, for he knew he could never live up to his sire's powerfully frightening legacy. Instead, Davisk worked hard to be noticed for the things he could do. Wishing all the while to earn his father's approval, a task that proved as fruitful as a moss bed.
Once when he was around thirteen of age, Davisk back talked one of the older men in the camp and was shoved cruelly into the fire's dying coals where he was held down. Luckily the only part of his body overly affected was his thigh and knee so the wounds where easily hidden. After the scabs had finished their cycle of oozing infection and inflamed healing, they fell away to reveal a bad scar. His mother said that since he had been brave enough to speak out and stand by his words even as he was wounded, he would be granted his first real broadsword. The blade is nothing special, just a wide iron blade with no design which was all the two could afford.
At the age of fifteen, Davisk's mother died leaving him alone in the Holdless camp. Feeling useless and unwanted, Davisk decided to prove himself in the outside world of Hold and Weyr. However instead of becoming a terror to rider and holder alike, Davisk was Searched during his stay in a small inn located in of the many small Holds that rely on the Weyr. At first this seemed like the perfect opportunity to gather intelligence for a strike, but as time went on, Davisk fell into candidacy easily and Impressed at his first Hatching. Now instead of ambitions of dying dragons, D'isk dreams of finding someone who would love him for him since he had never had that feeling of unconditional belonging. All his life he has only been desired for his abilities, now he wants to be desired for himself.
Dragon Info
Name: Kalith (Kall-ith)
Color: Green
Age: Four Turns
Description:
A bright, apple-green hide gives Kalith a definite ‘look at me’ vibe. With such a brilliant coloration, this dragon is quite attractive in appearance and rather hard to ignore. A slightly darker patch of green runs down her back, and also her lower legs. Her neckridges are an even brighter hue than her body, as are her claws. Despite this vivid coloration, she is an average size for any green, sitting pretty in the middle of her sisters. With conformations that are neither magnificent nor odd, her body is quite normal in a way her hide and personality will never be.
Personality:
One of the single most reckless dragons you could meet, this green is a little ball of chaos. Wild and irresponsible, Kalith will do what she wants, when she wants. Aside from being forced to adhere to her queen, she fears the words of no dragon, and will be a rebellious one when she grows enough. Sneaking about in forbidden parts of the weyr will not be uncommon, and neither will breaking curfew as a youngling. Despite this, however, she will be a likable dragon, rather friendly and open to anyone who wishes to talk to her. Aside from her tendency for trouble, this green is one of the bubbliest in her clutch.
Regardless of her reckless nature, Kalith will never be a terrible dragon. Though she will have a problem with authority, this green will never do anything truly appalling or unforgivable, and most of the time her wild personality will only result in being punished with some awful, smelly chore that no one else would ever want. She will, however, pull stunts in the air that none other would ever dream of doing, putting her life on the line with crazy acrobatics and ridiculous tricks. Quite a handful, it will take a very strong male to win Kalith over.
History:
The Relentless Destruction Egg rocked back and forth gently before stilling. Then without any sort of warning, exploded into several large fragments that fell haphazardly across the Sand around the bright Green hatchling that had laid dormant within it until now.
The Green seemed impatient now that it was among the world of the animated and it's large head swiveled from side to side as it hopped restlessly from foot to foot. She could feel that hers was near by and she wanted to find him so bad. Suddenly a flash of dark skin caught her eye and the little Green bounded forward in a mad scramble towards the man she would share the rest of her life bonded too.
DaviskMine why are you so still? Come on! let's race to the food! YourKalith is so hungry.
Davisk, now D'isk was standing there in a state of shock so the small hatchling decided to take matters into her own claws and butted his legs hard. Recovering from his almost stumble, D'isk finally took her to get some food.
Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: From The Relentless Destruction Egg
Text Color: 00FF00
Mind Voice: Anjelica Huston - www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kWf9N8Fgq0&feature=fvst
Important Mating Flights:
- J'zen (Bluerider)
- B'ren (Bronzerider)
Recruited by: advrtisement
Email: PM me please.
Character Info:
Name: D'isk (formerly Davisk)
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Rank: Wingrider of Shadow Wing
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Immediate Family:
Father - Denkin (Holdless) 32
Mother - Freeya (Holdless) 43 deceased
Picture
Played by Jason Momoa
Appearance:
D'isk is a man who is larger than life in his looks. Standing at six feet exactly, he's a monster of a man with thick cords of muscles and shoulders broader than most boys his age. At first glance, D'isk can seem quite intimidating, especially if your standing close to him. D'isk's weight tapers at around one hundred and seventy pounds of rock solid muscle.
Skin the color of caramel entice many would be suitors as do his dark eyes the color of hot klah. D'isk is considered attractive by almost everyone that meets him. There is only one flaw to D'isk's almost superfluously good looks, and that is a jagged scar on his thigh, a memoir of his quick tongue and unchecked thoughts.
Personality:
As frightening as D'isk appears on the outside, he is quite the opposite on the inside. D'isk likes to laugh and joke and is easily amused by himself and others. While he is trained in combat, D'isk prefers quiet resolutions and happy endings. He's a sucker for romanticism and loves trying to hook people up. The only person he has ever failed at is himself, but he remains stalwart in his search for his Mr. Right.
D'isk is outgoing in most things and loves to partake in pranks and more than a little illicit activities. Exploring forbidden places or getting into things he's been instructed not to are common place for this young rouge.
With an expressive face and a bad habit of gesturing wildly at the smallest of things, it is easy to tell what this fiery man is thinking and feeling.
Hobbies/Skills:
- Wielding a broadsword
- Extensive hand to hand combat
- Telling incredibly bad jokes
- Swimming
- Wearing as little as possible without getting in trouble
- Fighting
Pets: Silver Tabby Named Reela
History:
Davisk was an accident. There is no other way to describe his conception. His mother never wanted a child, and his father never knew he existed, but all the same, his mother did her best to raise him in a camp of wild and unruly male figures who cared little for morals or unclaimed children. All while he was growing up, Davisk would watch the man he knew to be his father with a sense of aw and a deep-seated feeling of shame, for he knew he could never live up to his sire's powerfully frightening legacy. Instead, Davisk worked hard to be noticed for the things he could do. Wishing all the while to earn his father's approval, a task that proved as fruitful as a moss bed.
Once when he was around thirteen of age, Davisk back talked one of the older men in the camp and was shoved cruelly into the fire's dying coals where he was held down. Luckily the only part of his body overly affected was his thigh and knee so the wounds where easily hidden. After the scabs had finished their cycle of oozing infection and inflamed healing, they fell away to reveal a bad scar. His mother said that since he had been brave enough to speak out and stand by his words even as he was wounded, he would be granted his first real broadsword. The blade is nothing special, just a wide iron blade with no design which was all the two could afford.
At the age of fifteen, Davisk's mother died leaving him alone in the Holdless camp. Feeling useless and unwanted, Davisk decided to prove himself in the outside world of Hold and Weyr. However instead of becoming a terror to rider and holder alike, Davisk was Searched during his stay in a small inn located in of the many small Holds that rely on the Weyr. At first this seemed like the perfect opportunity to gather intelligence for a strike, but as time went on, Davisk fell into candidacy easily and Impressed at his first Hatching. Now instead of ambitions of dying dragons, D'isk dreams of finding someone who would love him for him since he had never had that feeling of unconditional belonging. All his life he has only been desired for his abilities, now he wants to be desired for himself.
Dragon Info
Name: Kalith (Kall-ith)
Color: Green
Age: Four Turns
Description:
A bright, apple-green hide gives Kalith a definite ‘look at me’ vibe. With such a brilliant coloration, this dragon is quite attractive in appearance and rather hard to ignore. A slightly darker patch of green runs down her back, and also her lower legs. Her neckridges are an even brighter hue than her body, as are her claws. Despite this vivid coloration, she is an average size for any green, sitting pretty in the middle of her sisters. With conformations that are neither magnificent nor odd, her body is quite normal in a way her hide and personality will never be.
Personality:
One of the single most reckless dragons you could meet, this green is a little ball of chaos. Wild and irresponsible, Kalith will do what she wants, when she wants. Aside from being forced to adhere to her queen, she fears the words of no dragon, and will be a rebellious one when she grows enough. Sneaking about in forbidden parts of the weyr will not be uncommon, and neither will breaking curfew as a youngling. Despite this, however, she will be a likable dragon, rather friendly and open to anyone who wishes to talk to her. Aside from her tendency for trouble, this green is one of the bubbliest in her clutch.
Regardless of her reckless nature, Kalith will never be a terrible dragon. Though she will have a problem with authority, this green will never do anything truly appalling or unforgivable, and most of the time her wild personality will only result in being punished with some awful, smelly chore that no one else would ever want. She will, however, pull stunts in the air that none other would ever dream of doing, putting her life on the line with crazy acrobatics and ridiculous tricks. Quite a handful, it will take a very strong male to win Kalith over.
History:
The Relentless Destruction Egg rocked back and forth gently before stilling. Then without any sort of warning, exploded into several large fragments that fell haphazardly across the Sand around the bright Green hatchling that had laid dormant within it until now.
The Green seemed impatient now that it was among the world of the animated and it's large head swiveled from side to side as it hopped restlessly from foot to foot. She could feel that hers was near by and she wanted to find him so bad. Suddenly a flash of dark skin caught her eye and the little Green bounded forward in a mad scramble towards the man she would share the rest of her life bonded too.
DaviskMine why are you so still? Come on! let's race to the food! YourKalith is so hungry.
Davisk, now D'isk was standing there in a state of shock so the small hatchling decided to take matters into her own claws and butted his legs hard. Recovering from his almost stumble, D'isk finally took her to get some food.
Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: From The Relentless Destruction Egg
Text Color: 00FF00
Mind Voice: Anjelica Huston - www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kWf9N8Fgq0&feature=fvst
Important Mating Flights:
- J'zen (Bluerider)
- B'ren (Bronzerider)
