Post by wolflover1458 on May 5, 2011 7:01:24 GMT -5
Character Info:
Name: J'von (formerly Ajallvon)
Age: 18 Turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Father: A’lon of Blue Jukith (deceased at 46 – ten Turns ago)
Mother: Jalafar – Lower Caverns Worker at Refuge Weyr (51)
Brothers: F’gar of Green Lyrieth – Rider at Refuge Weyr (32)
Lavor (deceased at 2 – 25 Turns ago)
J’kar of Green Tersath (deceased at 22 – two Turns ago)
Afaleron – Weyrbrat at Refuge Weyr (10)
Sisters: Jallon – Lower Caverns Worker at Refuge Weyr (29)
Agafar (deceased at 3 – 17 Turns ago)
Avalona – Weyrbrat at Refuge Weyr (12)
Appearance: His skin is a darker tone than some people tend to have, and he looks like he already has a tan, even if he doesn’t really. His dark, blackish eyes are almond-shaped, and you can generally see a portion of the whites of his eyes to both sides of his pupils. His dark, not-quite-black hair is curly, although this doesn’t show very well, as his hair just barely covers the top portion of his head, and doesn’t grow out enough to actually appear curly, except from up close. His face is relatively thin, and his cheekbones are quite pronounced as well. Still growing, he currently reaches five feet six inches of height, and will probably be around six feet or a little higher when he reaches full maturity. He has a rather thin frame, with a bit of muscle on his arms and legs.
On any regular day, he likes to wear comfortable pants and a shirt with no sleeves. Most of the time, he gets hot before he gets cold, so even in early spring or late fall he can be seen wearing clothes that any person who wanted to keep warm wouldn’t be wearing without an extra few layers. For him, this is never really much of a problem, since he is used to relatively cold weather and doesn’t mind being a bit chilly, which he prefers to being too uncomfortably hot. He doesn’t care in particular what his clothes look like, and he doesn’t like to wear some colors more or less than he prefers to wear others. After all, they’re just clothes. J'von has never fully understood the people that fret over what they are wearing; so long as clothes are comfortable and fit you well, it really shouldn’t matter if it looks good on you. Maybe some people just prefer to be uncomfortable in the hopes that they look cuter that way, although he thinks everyone looks their best when they are being themselves.
J'von has good eyesight and can hear things rather well. He’s not the kind of person that would need anything to help him see well, and his hearing is perfectly acceptable for someone his age. And yet these two important senses pale when compared to his ability to smell things. Although he does not know the term for it, J'von has been hyperosmic for as long as he can remember. For quite a few Turns he didn’t know that other people don’t smell things quite the way he does. And when he finally did come to realize this, it made living all the much harder; the rest of Pern wasn’t living with it like he was, they just couldn’t smell all the things he did. At it’s worst, J'von has to completely isolate himself from people or anything particular strong-smelling just so he doesn’t get sick from the strong odor.
Personality: He can be a surprisingly optimistic person. Despite all the things in his life that haven’t gone well for him, J'von manages to get himself happy again pretty quickly. He couldn’t hold grudges if he wanted too, and usually he doesn’t try. J'von is simply too free-spirited for that kind of thing. He can easily accept a change to the way things are and doesn’t really mind if someone comes around and changes things up. Typically, he prefers to just go with whatever everyone else is doing, and hates to be a trailblazer. Terrible at making decisions, J'von is not the person you want to ask for the answer to an important question. He can stall on an answer to something for an obscenely long time without being able to come up with anything. A lot of the time, he knows which choice he prefers over the other, but doesn’t want to make that decision, just in case it annoys someone else.
J'von is also a terrible critic. He can’t tell something wonderful apart from something horrible. If there were two ideas being tossed around, he probably wouldn’t be able to decide which was simply the better of the two. He can listen to a horribly-played song and still enjoy it, simply because he wouldn’t have realized that it was terrible. A lot of the time he can’t tell what food tastes better or worse than other food, mostly because he can smell the food far more strongly than he can taste it. He’s never been a good judge of anything, nor would he want to be. J'von is quite happy that all he can think of when someone does something is how well they did it. He can’t look at a performance of any kind and think of it as poorly done. He just doesn’t think that way very well.
On any good day, J'von can be easy to speak too. He doesn’t mind being around people or having a conversation with them. Sometimes he would even rather be with people than by himself, and he isn’t that hard to get along with, since he can’t hold grudges and doesn’t know how to think badly about things. The main reason he isolates himself from people is when there is a smell around that he can’t stand. Even someone that takes regular showers still smells like something to J'von, and sometimes he can’t handle it very well. At those times, he withdraws from society and stays by himself. Often times it annoys him greatly that he has to do this, and he usually wishes he could be back out with everyone else, but he knows that he doesn’t want to go back to any bad smells until they’re gone.
He has a good set of morals. He knows all of the things that people shouldn’t do, and always wants to stay away from them. Sometimes he doesn’t, but then he tends to feel bad about it. J'von also cannot lie very well. He can’t get asked a direct question without giving the truth. He knows that it isn’t a good idea to lie anyways, but he knows that it can be useful, and it has bothered him that he has to answer everything with the truth, since that makes it difficult to confide him with a secret if he’ll feel obliged to talk about it should anyone ask. He has tried to not let it bother him as much, but he always tends to feel guilty when he answers something knowing it isn’t the truth. He hasn’t got a problem giving half of an answer, or not telling everything, but he can’t stand flat out lying. If J'von doesn’t have to talk about something, he can let other people get away with things they shouldn’t, even if that annoys him too. After all, he has a lot of things that he needs to do, and if they want to do something wrong, that should be their problem.
Hobbies/Skills: Cleaning. Everything. He is a clean freak, and almost to the point of ridiculousness. Not the keep-everything-tidy clean freak, but the scrub-everything-down-with-soap-and-water-twice-a-day clean freak. He loves the smells of soap and water, mostly because they can mask the smell of anything else, and when he hasn’t got anything better to do, J'von can be found making sure every one of his possessions is completely clean. He can leave everything he owns as a cluttered mess and not have a problem with it, but he won’t let anyone track dirt or mud around his stuff, and there is never any dust on anything that he owns.
His best skill is his skill to identify just about anything by its smell. He can have a meal placed in front of him and find out which herbs or seasonings were used on it. He’s often spent time hanging around the healers in the Weyr, learning to identify the smells of the different plants they use. Even if it is of no use to him, J'von is still proud to say that he has learned the distinct smells of most of the plants in the Weyr, whatever they may be used for. He’s discovered the smell of some poisons that the healers have, and he feels like it is important that someone can find them, just in case there was something poisoned. J'von hates to think that someone could end up hurt just because they couldn’t tell the difference between a seasoning and a more dangerous cousin of it.
Pets:
Name: Ebony
Age: Young? Kitten
Species: Cat
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Pure black except for her eyes, which are blue-gray in color. She is tiny and lithe, and shall remain so even when grown. Her eyes have a somewhat searching gaze to them, and when she looks at you it can seem as though she is searching into you for something. Keeps her fur nice and smooth and does not normally get it dirty. If she does, she is soon given a bath, so her black fur always looks sleek and glossy. A bit fuzzy as a kitten, but actually a rather pretty cat if one chooses to look at her in that way. She has sharp little teeth but doesn't normally bite on anything but her food. If in the mood, she will go up to a person and meow for attention.
Personality: She is a very low-maintenance cat. As long as you give her some food and water and attention when she watns it, this little kitten requires no other efforts to look after. She is not the most adventurous of cats, and tends to not wander around, but rather stay in whatever place J'von is living at the time, although she will occasionally follow him around. She is a calm cat that is very good at not getting anyone annoyed at her, and never seems to get into any kinds of fights with any other animal. A very gentle kitten, she doesn't scratch people unless she feels threatened, and is willing to let just about anyone pet her, although she prefers J'von to everyone else. She loves being bathed, perhaps because it happens to her so often.
History: Ajallvon’s parents were born and raised in Refuge Weyr, as were their parents, and their grandparents, and their great-grandparents. Most of Jalafar’s ancestors had been workers of the Weyr, tirelessly toiling away to help keep the Weyr running. It was something she was proud of, and something she wanted her own children to do. A’lon’s side of the family had a different tradition; for generations they had been dragonriders, and it was the duty of the father’s in this family to make sure that their sons would be dragonriders as well. Together, the two could reach an easy compromise: their sons could be dragonriders, their daughters cavernworkers. Not a perfect arrangement, but it sounds simple enough as just an idea.
It also helped that A’lon himself was a searchrider. And he happened to be very persuasive. He could convince people he’d never seen before that being a dragonrider was the most amazing thing they could possibly hope to do, even if they’d never seen a dragon in their life before he showed up (not that he ever confronted anyone like this, but if he had). If any of his own sons had needed convincing to become a Candidate, A’lon certainly could have done it. As it was, his first two surviving sons were more than happy to follow in their father’s footsteps, and like most of their ancestors, they proved to be very receptive to dragons. Even with small, sporadic hatchings, both became Candidates at a very young age, and both Impressed young as well. Ajallvon was six when his brother J’kar Impressed, and he wasn’t quite at the age where he understood things like dragons and riders quite yet.
Unfortunately, A’lon died of sickness before Ajallvon turned seven, and so was gone the one person who could have made his life decisions so much easier. For it was also around the time he turned seven that Ajallvon finally figured out what was so different about him. It was around the of seven when he reached the level of thinking that allowed him to comprehend that, perhaps the other children his age didn’t smell the things he did because they simply couldn’t. Unfortunately, that idea meant Ajallvon was different from the rest, and he thinking about that.
With the father he would have gone to for assurance no longer with him, Ajallvon withdrew and stayed to himself. Eventually, his cheerful nature and his inability to hold grudges even against himself won out, and he returned to playing with the other children. But he no longer talked about the things he could smell. If a group of them went down to the kitchens, and the other children said something like “That smells delicious!” he would say nothing for fear of scenting something entirely different from what the others could smell.
Jalafar, being quite busy enough with all of her work, never seemed to figure out that Ajallvon was any different from her other children. His older siblings, being observant enough to look after him from time to time, did manage to get him to tell them. If they told anyone else, Ajallvon isn’t really sure. He never paid enough attention to find out.
Even with the distraction of being different surrounding him, he managed to enjoy growing up in the Weyr. After all, he had a relatively stable family, some great siblings, and some friends he liked to be around. As a child, he became aware of how everyone would clean things to rid them of dirt. Ajallvon noticed, however, that as an added bonus for him, soap could also be used to mask the smell of something, or make the smell less strong. He was around eight or nine Turns (although no one is sure exactly when), when his addiction to cleaning things began. The rooms where his family were living had never been cleaner than when Ajallvon first went down there with a bucket of water and some soap. He scrubbed everything: the floors, the walls, the furnishings, his possessions, his siblings’ possessions. The siblings still living with him were annoyed and, at the same time, thought he was crazy. After all, no one was supposed to like cleaning. And yet it became Ajallvon’s one and only hobby. It gave Jalafar hope that perhaps one of her sons could help the Weyr the way she does.
Unfortunately, that was a losing battle. Even after Ajallvon had told himself that no one with his partial-disability could possibly hope to Stand, he extended himself to look at other talents. Maybe he could put himself to good use after all. The smell of herbs brought him down to where the Healers worked one day, and he started to head down there whenever he had free time to do so. While the Healers didn’t always have time to bother with him, he tried to keep away from them when they were busy. The only thing he was interested in was learning how all the plants they used worked. Healing people or dragons couldn’t really hold his interest for very long, especially since sick things didn’t really smell all that great. There was generally someone down there willing to let him smell the different plants and tell him all about what they were used for. Some of them had what seemed like strange uses to him, and still wasn’t sure how a plant could possibly heal anything, but he didn’t want to bother contending it.
But, no matter what Ajallvon tried to interest himself in, he had to admit that nothing could hold his interest more than dragons. He might enjoy learning about all sorts of herbs but healing didn’t spark that much interest in him, at least not enough that he wanted to spend his whole life on it. It was after seeing Aeriath’s huge clutch hatch and Impress that he finally became determined that, no matter what, he wanted to be a Candidate. After all, he wasn’t blind or deaf, and he couldn’t really think of a good reason they shouldn’t let him, at least so long as he tried hard not to think of anything.
Even if a larger clutch meant Thread might be coming, there still wouldn’t be a clutch for a Turn or two. Ajallvon took that time and used it. Used it to learn about dragons, about riders, about everything he could learn about that might help him. Nothing he did really helped reassure him that they didn’t have a reason to turn him down as a Candidate, although none of it found a reason they did have to turn him down either. By the time Aeriath had flown again, Ajallvon still didn’t know if anyone would let him Stand, but he did his best to seem like he would make a good Candidate.
Ajallvon still remembers the conversation that got him Searched successfully. Some of the riders were making rounds through the Weyrbrats, and, knowing he had an interest and that his family had a good reputation as riders, one came up to him one day. Ajallvon didn’t know the man, but he introduced himself as K’kar of Blue Frigoth before looking Ajallvon over and starting the conversation with, “You’re F’gar’s brother, the one that cleans everything?”
“Yes,” Ajallvon had replied. He was extremely nervous about talking about more than he needed to, and was determined to keep everything he said short and to the point.
“Any particular reason you do that? Just curious.”
Ajallvon had told himself numerous times that, to give himself the best chance at being Searched successfully, he needed to not talk to much about himself and not reveal his one problem that might prevent him ever getting a dragon. But the moment K’kar started to ask him questions, that resolve broke down. “Well... I can smell things. Better than most people do. Sometimes things don’t smell too good. The soap helps.”
K’kar’s eyebrows had gone up a bit, but he didn’t say anything in response to that, just continued with “Dragons smell like something to you then, yes?”
Ajallvon had the distinct feeling that dragons smelled like something to everybody, but he only replied with “Yes.”
“Do you like the smell?”
“It depends. They smell different at different times, and they don’t all smell exactly the same anyways.”
“And you’ve been to some hatchings?”
“Every one since I was born,” Ajallvon said with a bit of pride. Not too many people on Pern could say the same thing. Not even everyone in the Weyr.
“Where do you sit for those?”
“In the middle of the stands, usually,” Ajallvon said, trying not to let it be obvious that he was getting steadily more nervous.
“Do the hatchlings smell like something to you up there?”
Ajallvon blushed a bit before answering, “I breathe through my mouth when there’s a lot of people around, actually.”
“So you couldn’t smell them?”
“A bit. Mostly after the hatching. They do smell worse as babies than adults.”
K’kar smiled at that. “So you’re telling me you could stand being right next to those hatchlings with them stumbling around you?”
Ajallvon shifted nervously. “Yes?”
“So tell me why that makes you fit to be a Candidate.”
He thought about it a bit before answering. “Well, struggling through things is what makes us better people, and surely the best dragon riders can stand up to something difficult, can’t they? Otherwise, you can’t really be a good rider.”
K’kar smiled at that too but didn’t say another thing about that the rest of the time. And somehow, that conversation had enabled Ajallvon to become a Candidate. Now he has to wait, along with the rest of them, for Aeriath’s eggs to hatch.
He did so, and in the middle of the hatching, impressed to Brown Mnemoth, and changed his name from Ajallvon to J'von. He then became a weyrling with the others who had Impressed, and began to learn all the basics of taking care of his dragon.
Dragon Information
Name:Mnemoth
Age: 2 Turns, 1260
Color: Brown
Appearance:
Mnemoth is a little above average in size. When he reaches adulthood, he will be about 34.5 meters. Well muscled and stocky, the brown is everything you would expect of his color. Every bit the sturdy sort in appearance it is matched by what he is physically capable of. Built for endurance he can last a full flight without feeling utterly exhausted. This also means he can chase Golds. Whether he is successful or not is another matter entirely. Seeing as he isn't the largest of brown dragons either, he is also quite capable of chasing greens and will likely be more effective at catching some of the larger greens of the Weyr.
His hide is the color of dark chocolate. So dark even that when he first hatches it appears that he is black. When he is wet or being oiled his hide will appear black. However when it dries his hide is obviously brown, albeit very dark. There are no markings on his body save for lighter shading on his muzzle and tip of his tail. His claws are also a dark brown.
Personality:
An ambitious brown, Mnemoth is not one to sit idly by and wait for opportunity to fall before him. He likes to take life by the proverbial horns and direct it where to go. He wants power and position and more importantly respect. Trust me, He'll find a way to get them. He's a tenacious brown and as such can be persistent when it comes to things he wants. He can be highly critical of other people and will actually tell them what he thinks about them.
Mnemoth is also very resourceful and finds ways to get things he wants through whatever means it helpful to him. He is wise too, which will probably annoy his rider as he will be full of good advice on nearly every topic under the sun. And while he might push his rider into relationships with women, the dragon himself is nervous around other dragons and will become shy. Despite this conservative side, he is a very steady friend and constant type of companion. He has an easy time conversing with dragons he is not attracted to.
History: The attention of most the people in the Stands turned from the newly impressed to the shaking eggs still on the Sands. The next to show signs of breaking though its shell was the Disciplined Solo Egg. When the shell finally came free from the right side the dragonet was able to push the rest of the shell so that it burst apart. The dragonet emerged and immediately received the eyes of the Weyr. He was dark, so dark they thought he might be black. As his hide dried, it was clear that he was a very dark brown. The dragonet took his time leaving the area of the wreckage of his shell. Then he surveyed the area beyond that. Finally he decided to go look at the male Candidates. The brown walked slowly, steadily because unlike his bronze brother he was not in such a hurry that he would risk falling.
Mnemoth approached the male Candidates and walked down the line, looking at one then another and then another. He was very meticulous in his choosing. Finally he stopped his moving through the male Candidates to stand before a tan skinned youth with dark curly hair. J’von, come with me. I am Mnemoth. Food now, please.
Clutch: Aeriath's 5th by Bronze Nienoth
Hatching Order: 5th, from the Disciplined Solo Egg
Mind Voice: Gene Kelly (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEhIp2EbfLo)
Text Color:4A3825
Color Preference I’m not entirely sure what color fits him the best, although I kind of doubt he’s Bronze material. I’m thinking maybe a Green dragon, although Brown or Blue wouldn’t be bad.
Name: J'von (formerly Ajallvon)
Age: 18 Turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Weyrling
Family:
Father: A’lon of Blue Jukith (deceased at 46 – ten Turns ago)
Mother: Jalafar – Lower Caverns Worker at Refuge Weyr (51)
Brothers: F’gar of Green Lyrieth – Rider at Refuge Weyr (32)
Lavor (deceased at 2 – 25 Turns ago)
J’kar of Green Tersath (deceased at 22 – two Turns ago)
Afaleron – Weyrbrat at Refuge Weyr (10)
Sisters: Jallon – Lower Caverns Worker at Refuge Weyr (29)
Agafar (deceased at 3 – 17 Turns ago)
Avalona – Weyrbrat at Refuge Weyr (12)
Appearance: His skin is a darker tone than some people tend to have, and he looks like he already has a tan, even if he doesn’t really. His dark, blackish eyes are almond-shaped, and you can generally see a portion of the whites of his eyes to both sides of his pupils. His dark, not-quite-black hair is curly, although this doesn’t show very well, as his hair just barely covers the top portion of his head, and doesn’t grow out enough to actually appear curly, except from up close. His face is relatively thin, and his cheekbones are quite pronounced as well. Still growing, he currently reaches five feet six inches of height, and will probably be around six feet or a little higher when he reaches full maturity. He has a rather thin frame, with a bit of muscle on his arms and legs.
On any regular day, he likes to wear comfortable pants and a shirt with no sleeves. Most of the time, he gets hot before he gets cold, so even in early spring or late fall he can be seen wearing clothes that any person who wanted to keep warm wouldn’t be wearing without an extra few layers. For him, this is never really much of a problem, since he is used to relatively cold weather and doesn’t mind being a bit chilly, which he prefers to being too uncomfortably hot. He doesn’t care in particular what his clothes look like, and he doesn’t like to wear some colors more or less than he prefers to wear others. After all, they’re just clothes. J'von has never fully understood the people that fret over what they are wearing; so long as clothes are comfortable and fit you well, it really shouldn’t matter if it looks good on you. Maybe some people just prefer to be uncomfortable in the hopes that they look cuter that way, although he thinks everyone looks their best when they are being themselves.
J'von has good eyesight and can hear things rather well. He’s not the kind of person that would need anything to help him see well, and his hearing is perfectly acceptable for someone his age. And yet these two important senses pale when compared to his ability to smell things. Although he does not know the term for it, J'von has been hyperosmic for as long as he can remember. For quite a few Turns he didn’t know that other people don’t smell things quite the way he does. And when he finally did come to realize this, it made living all the much harder; the rest of Pern wasn’t living with it like he was, they just couldn’t smell all the things he did. At it’s worst, J'von has to completely isolate himself from people or anything particular strong-smelling just so he doesn’t get sick from the strong odor.
Personality: He can be a surprisingly optimistic person. Despite all the things in his life that haven’t gone well for him, J'von manages to get himself happy again pretty quickly. He couldn’t hold grudges if he wanted too, and usually he doesn’t try. J'von is simply too free-spirited for that kind of thing. He can easily accept a change to the way things are and doesn’t really mind if someone comes around and changes things up. Typically, he prefers to just go with whatever everyone else is doing, and hates to be a trailblazer. Terrible at making decisions, J'von is not the person you want to ask for the answer to an important question. He can stall on an answer to something for an obscenely long time without being able to come up with anything. A lot of the time, he knows which choice he prefers over the other, but doesn’t want to make that decision, just in case it annoys someone else.
J'von is also a terrible critic. He can’t tell something wonderful apart from something horrible. If there were two ideas being tossed around, he probably wouldn’t be able to decide which was simply the better of the two. He can listen to a horribly-played song and still enjoy it, simply because he wouldn’t have realized that it was terrible. A lot of the time he can’t tell what food tastes better or worse than other food, mostly because he can smell the food far more strongly than he can taste it. He’s never been a good judge of anything, nor would he want to be. J'von is quite happy that all he can think of when someone does something is how well they did it. He can’t look at a performance of any kind and think of it as poorly done. He just doesn’t think that way very well.
On any good day, J'von can be easy to speak too. He doesn’t mind being around people or having a conversation with them. Sometimes he would even rather be with people than by himself, and he isn’t that hard to get along with, since he can’t hold grudges and doesn’t know how to think badly about things. The main reason he isolates himself from people is when there is a smell around that he can’t stand. Even someone that takes regular showers still smells like something to J'von, and sometimes he can’t handle it very well. At those times, he withdraws from society and stays by himself. Often times it annoys him greatly that he has to do this, and he usually wishes he could be back out with everyone else, but he knows that he doesn’t want to go back to any bad smells until they’re gone.
He has a good set of morals. He knows all of the things that people shouldn’t do, and always wants to stay away from them. Sometimes he doesn’t, but then he tends to feel bad about it. J'von also cannot lie very well. He can’t get asked a direct question without giving the truth. He knows that it isn’t a good idea to lie anyways, but he knows that it can be useful, and it has bothered him that he has to answer everything with the truth, since that makes it difficult to confide him with a secret if he’ll feel obliged to talk about it should anyone ask. He has tried to not let it bother him as much, but he always tends to feel guilty when he answers something knowing it isn’t the truth. He hasn’t got a problem giving half of an answer, or not telling everything, but he can’t stand flat out lying. If J'von doesn’t have to talk about something, he can let other people get away with things they shouldn’t, even if that annoys him too. After all, he has a lot of things that he needs to do, and if they want to do something wrong, that should be their problem.
Hobbies/Skills: Cleaning. Everything. He is a clean freak, and almost to the point of ridiculousness. Not the keep-everything-tidy clean freak, but the scrub-everything-down-with-soap-and-water-twice-a-day clean freak. He loves the smells of soap and water, mostly because they can mask the smell of anything else, and when he hasn’t got anything better to do, J'von can be found making sure every one of his possessions is completely clean. He can leave everything he owns as a cluttered mess and not have a problem with it, but he won’t let anyone track dirt or mud around his stuff, and there is never any dust on anything that he owns.
His best skill is his skill to identify just about anything by its smell. He can have a meal placed in front of him and find out which herbs or seasonings were used on it. He’s often spent time hanging around the healers in the Weyr, learning to identify the smells of the different plants they use. Even if it is of no use to him, J'von is still proud to say that he has learned the distinct smells of most of the plants in the Weyr, whatever they may be used for. He’s discovered the smell of some poisons that the healers have, and he feels like it is important that someone can find them, just in case there was something poisoned. J'von hates to think that someone could end up hurt just because they couldn’t tell the difference between a seasoning and a more dangerous cousin of it.
Pets:
Name: Ebony
Age: Young? Kitten
Species: Cat
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Pure black except for her eyes, which are blue-gray in color. She is tiny and lithe, and shall remain so even when grown. Her eyes have a somewhat searching gaze to them, and when she looks at you it can seem as though she is searching into you for something. Keeps her fur nice and smooth and does not normally get it dirty. If she does, she is soon given a bath, so her black fur always looks sleek and glossy. A bit fuzzy as a kitten, but actually a rather pretty cat if one chooses to look at her in that way. She has sharp little teeth but doesn't normally bite on anything but her food. If in the mood, she will go up to a person and meow for attention.
Personality: She is a very low-maintenance cat. As long as you give her some food and water and attention when she watns it, this little kitten requires no other efforts to look after. She is not the most adventurous of cats, and tends to not wander around, but rather stay in whatever place J'von is living at the time, although she will occasionally follow him around. She is a calm cat that is very good at not getting anyone annoyed at her, and never seems to get into any kinds of fights with any other animal. A very gentle kitten, she doesn't scratch people unless she feels threatened, and is willing to let just about anyone pet her, although she prefers J'von to everyone else. She loves being bathed, perhaps because it happens to her so often.
History: Ajallvon’s parents were born and raised in Refuge Weyr, as were their parents, and their grandparents, and their great-grandparents. Most of Jalafar’s ancestors had been workers of the Weyr, tirelessly toiling away to help keep the Weyr running. It was something she was proud of, and something she wanted her own children to do. A’lon’s side of the family had a different tradition; for generations they had been dragonriders, and it was the duty of the father’s in this family to make sure that their sons would be dragonriders as well. Together, the two could reach an easy compromise: their sons could be dragonriders, their daughters cavernworkers. Not a perfect arrangement, but it sounds simple enough as just an idea.
It also helped that A’lon himself was a searchrider. And he happened to be very persuasive. He could convince people he’d never seen before that being a dragonrider was the most amazing thing they could possibly hope to do, even if they’d never seen a dragon in their life before he showed up (not that he ever confronted anyone like this, but if he had). If any of his own sons had needed convincing to become a Candidate, A’lon certainly could have done it. As it was, his first two surviving sons were more than happy to follow in their father’s footsteps, and like most of their ancestors, they proved to be very receptive to dragons. Even with small, sporadic hatchings, both became Candidates at a very young age, and both Impressed young as well. Ajallvon was six when his brother J’kar Impressed, and he wasn’t quite at the age where he understood things like dragons and riders quite yet.
Unfortunately, A’lon died of sickness before Ajallvon turned seven, and so was gone the one person who could have made his life decisions so much easier. For it was also around the time he turned seven that Ajallvon finally figured out what was so different about him. It was around the of seven when he reached the level of thinking that allowed him to comprehend that, perhaps the other children his age didn’t smell the things he did because they simply couldn’t. Unfortunately, that idea meant Ajallvon was different from the rest, and he thinking about that.
With the father he would have gone to for assurance no longer with him, Ajallvon withdrew and stayed to himself. Eventually, his cheerful nature and his inability to hold grudges even against himself won out, and he returned to playing with the other children. But he no longer talked about the things he could smell. If a group of them went down to the kitchens, and the other children said something like “That smells delicious!” he would say nothing for fear of scenting something entirely different from what the others could smell.
Jalafar, being quite busy enough with all of her work, never seemed to figure out that Ajallvon was any different from her other children. His older siblings, being observant enough to look after him from time to time, did manage to get him to tell them. If they told anyone else, Ajallvon isn’t really sure. He never paid enough attention to find out.
Even with the distraction of being different surrounding him, he managed to enjoy growing up in the Weyr. After all, he had a relatively stable family, some great siblings, and some friends he liked to be around. As a child, he became aware of how everyone would clean things to rid them of dirt. Ajallvon noticed, however, that as an added bonus for him, soap could also be used to mask the smell of something, or make the smell less strong. He was around eight or nine Turns (although no one is sure exactly when), when his addiction to cleaning things began. The rooms where his family were living had never been cleaner than when Ajallvon first went down there with a bucket of water and some soap. He scrubbed everything: the floors, the walls, the furnishings, his possessions, his siblings’ possessions. The siblings still living with him were annoyed and, at the same time, thought he was crazy. After all, no one was supposed to like cleaning. And yet it became Ajallvon’s one and only hobby. It gave Jalafar hope that perhaps one of her sons could help the Weyr the way she does.
Unfortunately, that was a losing battle. Even after Ajallvon had told himself that no one with his partial-disability could possibly hope to Stand, he extended himself to look at other talents. Maybe he could put himself to good use after all. The smell of herbs brought him down to where the Healers worked one day, and he started to head down there whenever he had free time to do so. While the Healers didn’t always have time to bother with him, he tried to keep away from them when they were busy. The only thing he was interested in was learning how all the plants they used worked. Healing people or dragons couldn’t really hold his interest for very long, especially since sick things didn’t really smell all that great. There was generally someone down there willing to let him smell the different plants and tell him all about what they were used for. Some of them had what seemed like strange uses to him, and still wasn’t sure how a plant could possibly heal anything, but he didn’t want to bother contending it.
But, no matter what Ajallvon tried to interest himself in, he had to admit that nothing could hold his interest more than dragons. He might enjoy learning about all sorts of herbs but healing didn’t spark that much interest in him, at least not enough that he wanted to spend his whole life on it. It was after seeing Aeriath’s huge clutch hatch and Impress that he finally became determined that, no matter what, he wanted to be a Candidate. After all, he wasn’t blind or deaf, and he couldn’t really think of a good reason they shouldn’t let him, at least so long as he tried hard not to think of anything.
Even if a larger clutch meant Thread might be coming, there still wouldn’t be a clutch for a Turn or two. Ajallvon took that time and used it. Used it to learn about dragons, about riders, about everything he could learn about that might help him. Nothing he did really helped reassure him that they didn’t have a reason to turn him down as a Candidate, although none of it found a reason they did have to turn him down either. By the time Aeriath had flown again, Ajallvon still didn’t know if anyone would let him Stand, but he did his best to seem like he would make a good Candidate.
Ajallvon still remembers the conversation that got him Searched successfully. Some of the riders were making rounds through the Weyrbrats, and, knowing he had an interest and that his family had a good reputation as riders, one came up to him one day. Ajallvon didn’t know the man, but he introduced himself as K’kar of Blue Frigoth before looking Ajallvon over and starting the conversation with, “You’re F’gar’s brother, the one that cleans everything?”
“Yes,” Ajallvon had replied. He was extremely nervous about talking about more than he needed to, and was determined to keep everything he said short and to the point.
“Any particular reason you do that? Just curious.”
Ajallvon had told himself numerous times that, to give himself the best chance at being Searched successfully, he needed to not talk to much about himself and not reveal his one problem that might prevent him ever getting a dragon. But the moment K’kar started to ask him questions, that resolve broke down. “Well... I can smell things. Better than most people do. Sometimes things don’t smell too good. The soap helps.”
K’kar’s eyebrows had gone up a bit, but he didn’t say anything in response to that, just continued with “Dragons smell like something to you then, yes?”
Ajallvon had the distinct feeling that dragons smelled like something to everybody, but he only replied with “Yes.”
“Do you like the smell?”
“It depends. They smell different at different times, and they don’t all smell exactly the same anyways.”
“And you’ve been to some hatchings?”
“Every one since I was born,” Ajallvon said with a bit of pride. Not too many people on Pern could say the same thing. Not even everyone in the Weyr.
“Where do you sit for those?”
“In the middle of the stands, usually,” Ajallvon said, trying not to let it be obvious that he was getting steadily more nervous.
“Do the hatchlings smell like something to you up there?”
Ajallvon blushed a bit before answering, “I breathe through my mouth when there’s a lot of people around, actually.”
“So you couldn’t smell them?”
“A bit. Mostly after the hatching. They do smell worse as babies than adults.”
K’kar smiled at that. “So you’re telling me you could stand being right next to those hatchlings with them stumbling around you?”
Ajallvon shifted nervously. “Yes?”
“So tell me why that makes you fit to be a Candidate.”
He thought about it a bit before answering. “Well, struggling through things is what makes us better people, and surely the best dragon riders can stand up to something difficult, can’t they? Otherwise, you can’t really be a good rider.”
K’kar smiled at that too but didn’t say another thing about that the rest of the time. And somehow, that conversation had enabled Ajallvon to become a Candidate. Now he has to wait, along with the rest of them, for Aeriath’s eggs to hatch.
He did so, and in the middle of the hatching, impressed to Brown Mnemoth, and changed his name from Ajallvon to J'von. He then became a weyrling with the others who had Impressed, and began to learn all the basics of taking care of his dragon.
Dragon Information
Name:Mnemoth
Age: 2 Turns, 1260
Color: Brown
Appearance:
Mnemoth is a little above average in size. When he reaches adulthood, he will be about 34.5 meters. Well muscled and stocky, the brown is everything you would expect of his color. Every bit the sturdy sort in appearance it is matched by what he is physically capable of. Built for endurance he can last a full flight without feeling utterly exhausted. This also means he can chase Golds. Whether he is successful or not is another matter entirely. Seeing as he isn't the largest of brown dragons either, he is also quite capable of chasing greens and will likely be more effective at catching some of the larger greens of the Weyr.
His hide is the color of dark chocolate. So dark even that when he first hatches it appears that he is black. When he is wet or being oiled his hide will appear black. However when it dries his hide is obviously brown, albeit very dark. There are no markings on his body save for lighter shading on his muzzle and tip of his tail. His claws are also a dark brown.
Personality:
An ambitious brown, Mnemoth is not one to sit idly by and wait for opportunity to fall before him. He likes to take life by the proverbial horns and direct it where to go. He wants power and position and more importantly respect. Trust me, He'll find a way to get them. He's a tenacious brown and as such can be persistent when it comes to things he wants. He can be highly critical of other people and will actually tell them what he thinks about them.
Mnemoth is also very resourceful and finds ways to get things he wants through whatever means it helpful to him. He is wise too, which will probably annoy his rider as he will be full of good advice on nearly every topic under the sun. And while he might push his rider into relationships with women, the dragon himself is nervous around other dragons and will become shy. Despite this conservative side, he is a very steady friend and constant type of companion. He has an easy time conversing with dragons he is not attracted to.
History: The attention of most the people in the Stands turned from the newly impressed to the shaking eggs still on the Sands. The next to show signs of breaking though its shell was the Disciplined Solo Egg. When the shell finally came free from the right side the dragonet was able to push the rest of the shell so that it burst apart. The dragonet emerged and immediately received the eyes of the Weyr. He was dark, so dark they thought he might be black. As his hide dried, it was clear that he was a very dark brown. The dragonet took his time leaving the area of the wreckage of his shell. Then he surveyed the area beyond that. Finally he decided to go look at the male Candidates. The brown walked slowly, steadily because unlike his bronze brother he was not in such a hurry that he would risk falling.
Mnemoth approached the male Candidates and walked down the line, looking at one then another and then another. He was very meticulous in his choosing. Finally he stopped his moving through the male Candidates to stand before a tan skinned youth with dark curly hair. J’von, come with me. I am Mnemoth. Food now, please.
Clutch: Aeriath's 5th by Bronze Nienoth
Hatching Order: 5th, from the Disciplined Solo Egg
Mind Voice: Gene Kelly (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEhIp2EbfLo)
Text Color:4A3825
