Post by Onyxaeon on May 18, 2009 18:17:43 GMT -5
Weyr: Atlanopolis Weyr
Name: Av'dras
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Protector, former wingleader
Age: 27 turns
Appearence: Av'dras bears a striking, angular jaw line, these duel lines drawing attention to a soft mouth, usually twitched into a smirk or a faint grin. His face could almost be feminine were it not for the lightly stubbled upper lip and jaw, though only for the straight, soft features. His nose is thin, straight, but not long in the least. Dark brows rest over startingly swarthy, blue depths. The irises themselves are painted a dark, blue-gray around the pupil, with an outer ring of solid ebony making up the border. The entire organs themselves are narrow, as if the eyes had been pinched to be smaller. Not quite beady, but definately something to make you question his actions for the slyness they gift him. His eyes are rarely hidden by the thick tresses he bears, and always portray an air of mystery to them that is through no fault of his own. It's just how his body made him. The locks that cannot be tamed, endlessly tousled and always appearing as though he has "sex hair", are a dark brown in coloring, the tips a lighter, tan brown, with no trace of the gray that will eventually get him as it does every human, male or female. Below his left optic, just to the left a touch, lies a scar that bends his flesh in just a bit. An indention, if you will. It less than an inch in length, and shaped like a very faint, slopy 'S'. It is from one Makois hatchling that tried to claim him before his Poseidonth did.
Av'dras stick to mainly dark colors, this doing nothing for the mysterious, almost distrusting air he exudes. Darker browns, blacks, navy blues, etc. They are usually open, v-neck tunics that split in the front to reveal a glimpse of lightly tanned flesh.-It is obvious he spends long bouts of time on the surface with his dragon, as his underwater life would not allow for much sun to find his skin. The man is of a build brought from hauling in nets all day and constantly training for the next festival.-He's not going to lose again for something ridiculious. His body consists of lean, ropey sinew, almost bulky were it not for the fact the "thin" trait that plays throughout his body is present again in his stature. Standing at 6' even, he's not someone to be taken lightly, but certainly not the intimidating one of the pair.
Personality: Av'dras is rather...odd. The man has so many weird things that he just can't support. Like shoes, for example. He doesn't wear them. No boots, no nothing, even to between. He sees it as he has better grip with just his feet to the ground instead of something man-made, and can't see why anyone would enjoy having something constricting your balance. Or lists. Just...No. Don't give him a list or as him to file something in a list fashion. That aside, his oddness does not end there. The man has a strange personality that is a mix between a lazy beach goer and a serious role model. He has these bouts of sheer...nothingness, where it is near impossible to get the man out of bed much less to do his duties for the Weyr. Luckily, though, these aren't long in lasting, and Poseidonth can usually coax him out of bed quite quickly with the thought of going to the surface. When he isn't in such a astate, Av'dras is actually rather outgoing, and loves to go from here to there and over again. He's probably the only person in the Weyr who has seen almsot every shore Pern has to offer, because he loves to travel with his dragon that much. It probably also has something to do with his fear of being tied down. He doesn't like being told that something has to remain that way, and sees change as the greatest thing that can be offered in life. There's no point to being stuck with something, in his mind, aside from mayhaps friends, family, and a lover. That being said, Av'dras's more adult side is something young weyrlings could look up to...If they never caught him in his playful bouts, of course, because that just ruins his whole "manly" image. When matters of the Weyr are concerned, he's about as strict as it gets, and yet he cannot follow the rules. There's always an exception to his eyes, and nothing is ever black or white. Most things are gray to the man, so he only enforces things when they are absolute necessity. He is a devoted wingrider, and former wingleader himself, looking to prove himself again when given the chance, because he sees himself suited for that role, and needed even, becuase certain people need to learn to mellow out and he can show them how.
History: Av'dras is just your everyday Weyrbrat. His mother is a drudge, and was born into the Weyr herself. She slept around, so it isn't too hard to understand why the now man has no clue as to who his father is. Oh, he has his guesses of course, but nothing is ever set in stone. He doesn't really mind not knowing, though. Leaves him free of his father's expectations and forever being in his shadow. When Av'dras was fourteen turns, his mother finally got around to letting him out of her sight and thought it fine to let him stand on the sands. It didn't matter that he didn't Impress until his third try at sixteen. At least now he had the opportunity to Impress like the rest of the guys his age.
The Hatching itself was nothing terribly special; average number of eggs, all healthy, no duds, no betweeners. There were a few maulings, but nothing too bad that some numbweed couldn't cure. Close the end of the Hatching, a Makois who had been circling the group of remaining boys seemed to finally make his choice. He paddled through the water, hissing at a passing Tcathlus that had yet to find his, the male gliding away to the girls to find someone after his play was rudely interrupted. The Makois was heading directly for Aviodras until a cracking was heard from one of the larger eggs. A Megalaodin spilled into the waters, challenging his brother with a splash of his tail, flinging egg shell bits all about the hatching pool. The smaller male paid no mind to his brother and continued on to what he thought was His, cocking his head curiously at Aviodras as he judged the candidate. The Megalaodin didn't think too fondly of this idea, and had shot through the water without hesitation or thought, grabbing the Makios by the tail and slinging him across the pool and away from Aviodras. Of course, the Megalaodin was stung with the Makois's poison, but it wasn't enough to bring him down and, in the process of throwing the other dragon, Aviodras received a wound across the cheek from one tentacle, stung by the poison just the same. Again, it wasn't enough to be a pain, but far more than enough for both to build an immunity to the toxic susbstance, and strong enough to leave a scar still to this day. That was the only act of violence Poseidonth has ever displayed, but it was to protect His because the man was born for him.
They trained, and they grew. For a time, they were happy just being wingriders. It was a simple life, and nothing much was expected of him. And then Poseidonth flew one of the clutching queens and was bumped up to a wingsecond. The new job was bearable, and the turns found them wingleaders after a time. That was until the queen's games, of course. Well, long story short, Av'dras fell short in winning, a dirty trick of some muscle numbing agent preventing him from competing the day of, and so he was forced to forfit the match to gain back his title of wingleader. Now he's after the fool who cost him his rank, but level headed enough to know that just winning this time around will keep him content. After all, Poseidonth is more than capable of taking down anything in his way.
Father: Unknown
Mother: Aasva, drudge
Siblings: None
Pets: N/A
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Dragon Name: Poseidonth
Dragon Color: Megalaodin
Age: Eleven Turns
Personality: Romeo. Casanova. Prince Charming. Poseidonth is the picture perfect example of a knight in shining armor. He'll sweep you off your feet with his easy charms and dulcid tones, and he'll lead off on that white horse into the sunset. He's a sweetheart through and through, and could not stand to hurt someone unless it was an absolute last resort. He's so easily heart broken, because his surface is easy to see and people know he's very trusting. He believes that most people, and dragons, are generally good by nature, and that everyone is meant to be happy. Sorrow only gets you to your place of happiness, and you can't know true joy until you've seen bitter anguish. He's a hopeless romantic, and lives life without seeing regrets. You go through what you're meant to, and you can't fight fate: whatever happens, happens. He's respectful, but open and truthful. Withdrawn, but always ready to live a helping hand. If you need him, he'll be there for you. He doesn't expect anything in return for his kindness, and he doesn't see himself as perfect for all the good he has inside of him. The gentle giant wouldn't harm a fly unless provoked, but that's just as well. After all, he could really do some damage!
Appearence: i77.photobucket.com/albums/j71/TollBoothWillie/1204392492836.jpg -Because I did not want to lose the image.
Poseidonth is a fairly...Well...Massive is the only way really to put it. After all, once you get past a certain size, regular adjectives just don't quite fit. His height is intimidating enough being that of a Bronze in excellent health, but, great Faranth, was he born in radioactive waters? With his powerful fins, the "legs" buldging with what could only be mucles built from his travels and the force it takes to pull his weight around so deep underwater with all that pressure upon him, that stretch out wide, he could easily grab a soaring Blue overhead and drag him down to a watery grave. Simply allowing a third of his girth to bear down on a landborne dragon would be enough to sink them, if his jaws did not get to them first. True, the width of his bite is not that frightening (when compared to the jaws of an Amber or Wraith or Black, one would only laugh and look away) but its the teeth inside that make one wary. Poseidonth, like all other Megalaodin, bears rows upon rows of serraded teeth, large enough that they protrude from his maw and are seen even when his jaws are closed tightly shut. Indeed, one wouldn't want to be bitten by him. Poseidonth also claims four feelers to pick up on his sonar: two on his maw, one right after the other, and two jutting out, one on each side of his jaw. On the ends are bioluminescent bulbs, an icy blue in shade (blue is the last light that vanishes from visibility underwater), that dots the edges of his fin tips and runs in a straight row directly behind his eyes and down his body until they reach the end of his tail. His fins are long, allowing him easy prupulsion through the water, and resembling wings in that they are webbeed with a simliar membrane. His back also has the same webbing between his spikes, another fierce quality about the Megalaodin that proves rather intimidating. His body is a mix of dule, clay red, blacks, and darker browns, the great mixture swirling around his body. His underbelly and membranes bear more of the clay red shading, and most everywhere else is a black brown mix.
Name: Av'dras
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Protector, former wingleader
Age: 27 turns
Appearence: Av'dras bears a striking, angular jaw line, these duel lines drawing attention to a soft mouth, usually twitched into a smirk or a faint grin. His face could almost be feminine were it not for the lightly stubbled upper lip and jaw, though only for the straight, soft features. His nose is thin, straight, but not long in the least. Dark brows rest over startingly swarthy, blue depths. The irises themselves are painted a dark, blue-gray around the pupil, with an outer ring of solid ebony making up the border. The entire organs themselves are narrow, as if the eyes had been pinched to be smaller. Not quite beady, but definately something to make you question his actions for the slyness they gift him. His eyes are rarely hidden by the thick tresses he bears, and always portray an air of mystery to them that is through no fault of his own. It's just how his body made him. The locks that cannot be tamed, endlessly tousled and always appearing as though he has "sex hair", are a dark brown in coloring, the tips a lighter, tan brown, with no trace of the gray that will eventually get him as it does every human, male or female. Below his left optic, just to the left a touch, lies a scar that bends his flesh in just a bit. An indention, if you will. It less than an inch in length, and shaped like a very faint, slopy 'S'. It is from one Makois hatchling that tried to claim him before his Poseidonth did.
Av'dras stick to mainly dark colors, this doing nothing for the mysterious, almost distrusting air he exudes. Darker browns, blacks, navy blues, etc. They are usually open, v-neck tunics that split in the front to reveal a glimpse of lightly tanned flesh.-It is obvious he spends long bouts of time on the surface with his dragon, as his underwater life would not allow for much sun to find his skin. The man is of a build brought from hauling in nets all day and constantly training for the next festival.-He's not going to lose again for something ridiculious. His body consists of lean, ropey sinew, almost bulky were it not for the fact the "thin" trait that plays throughout his body is present again in his stature. Standing at 6' even, he's not someone to be taken lightly, but certainly not the intimidating one of the pair.
Personality: Av'dras is rather...odd. The man has so many weird things that he just can't support. Like shoes, for example. He doesn't wear them. No boots, no nothing, even to between. He sees it as he has better grip with just his feet to the ground instead of something man-made, and can't see why anyone would enjoy having something constricting your balance. Or lists. Just...No. Don't give him a list or as him to file something in a list fashion. That aside, his oddness does not end there. The man has a strange personality that is a mix between a lazy beach goer and a serious role model. He has these bouts of sheer...nothingness, where it is near impossible to get the man out of bed much less to do his duties for the Weyr. Luckily, though, these aren't long in lasting, and Poseidonth can usually coax him out of bed quite quickly with the thought of going to the surface. When he isn't in such a astate, Av'dras is actually rather outgoing, and loves to go from here to there and over again. He's probably the only person in the Weyr who has seen almsot every shore Pern has to offer, because he loves to travel with his dragon that much. It probably also has something to do with his fear of being tied down. He doesn't like being told that something has to remain that way, and sees change as the greatest thing that can be offered in life. There's no point to being stuck with something, in his mind, aside from mayhaps friends, family, and a lover. That being said, Av'dras's more adult side is something young weyrlings could look up to...If they never caught him in his playful bouts, of course, because that just ruins his whole "manly" image. When matters of the Weyr are concerned, he's about as strict as it gets, and yet he cannot follow the rules. There's always an exception to his eyes, and nothing is ever black or white. Most things are gray to the man, so he only enforces things when they are absolute necessity. He is a devoted wingrider, and former wingleader himself, looking to prove himself again when given the chance, because he sees himself suited for that role, and needed even, becuase certain people need to learn to mellow out and he can show them how.
History: Av'dras is just your everyday Weyrbrat. His mother is a drudge, and was born into the Weyr herself. She slept around, so it isn't too hard to understand why the now man has no clue as to who his father is. Oh, he has his guesses of course, but nothing is ever set in stone. He doesn't really mind not knowing, though. Leaves him free of his father's expectations and forever being in his shadow. When Av'dras was fourteen turns, his mother finally got around to letting him out of her sight and thought it fine to let him stand on the sands. It didn't matter that he didn't Impress until his third try at sixteen. At least now he had the opportunity to Impress like the rest of the guys his age.
The Hatching itself was nothing terribly special; average number of eggs, all healthy, no duds, no betweeners. There were a few maulings, but nothing too bad that some numbweed couldn't cure. Close the end of the Hatching, a Makois who had been circling the group of remaining boys seemed to finally make his choice. He paddled through the water, hissing at a passing Tcathlus that had yet to find his, the male gliding away to the girls to find someone after his play was rudely interrupted. The Makois was heading directly for Aviodras until a cracking was heard from one of the larger eggs. A Megalaodin spilled into the waters, challenging his brother with a splash of his tail, flinging egg shell bits all about the hatching pool. The smaller male paid no mind to his brother and continued on to what he thought was His, cocking his head curiously at Aviodras as he judged the candidate. The Megalaodin didn't think too fondly of this idea, and had shot through the water without hesitation or thought, grabbing the Makios by the tail and slinging him across the pool and away from Aviodras. Of course, the Megalaodin was stung with the Makois's poison, but it wasn't enough to bring him down and, in the process of throwing the other dragon, Aviodras received a wound across the cheek from one tentacle, stung by the poison just the same. Again, it wasn't enough to be a pain, but far more than enough for both to build an immunity to the toxic susbstance, and strong enough to leave a scar still to this day. That was the only act of violence Poseidonth has ever displayed, but it was to protect His because the man was born for him.
They trained, and they grew. For a time, they were happy just being wingriders. It was a simple life, and nothing much was expected of him. And then Poseidonth flew one of the clutching queens and was bumped up to a wingsecond. The new job was bearable, and the turns found them wingleaders after a time. That was until the queen's games, of course. Well, long story short, Av'dras fell short in winning, a dirty trick of some muscle numbing agent preventing him from competing the day of, and so he was forced to forfit the match to gain back his title of wingleader. Now he's after the fool who cost him his rank, but level headed enough to know that just winning this time around will keep him content. After all, Poseidonth is more than capable of taking down anything in his way.
Father: Unknown
Mother: Aasva, drudge
Siblings: None
Pets: N/A
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Dragon Name: Poseidonth
Dragon Color: Megalaodin
Age: Eleven Turns
Personality: Romeo. Casanova. Prince Charming. Poseidonth is the picture perfect example of a knight in shining armor. He'll sweep you off your feet with his easy charms and dulcid tones, and he'll lead off on that white horse into the sunset. He's a sweetheart through and through, and could not stand to hurt someone unless it was an absolute last resort. He's so easily heart broken, because his surface is easy to see and people know he's very trusting. He believes that most people, and dragons, are generally good by nature, and that everyone is meant to be happy. Sorrow only gets you to your place of happiness, and you can't know true joy until you've seen bitter anguish. He's a hopeless romantic, and lives life without seeing regrets. You go through what you're meant to, and you can't fight fate: whatever happens, happens. He's respectful, but open and truthful. Withdrawn, but always ready to live a helping hand. If you need him, he'll be there for you. He doesn't expect anything in return for his kindness, and he doesn't see himself as perfect for all the good he has inside of him. The gentle giant wouldn't harm a fly unless provoked, but that's just as well. After all, he could really do some damage!
Appearence: i77.photobucket.com/albums/j71/TollBoothWillie/1204392492836.jpg -Because I did not want to lose the image.
Poseidonth is a fairly...Well...Massive is the only way really to put it. After all, once you get past a certain size, regular adjectives just don't quite fit. His height is intimidating enough being that of a Bronze in excellent health, but, great Faranth, was he born in radioactive waters? With his powerful fins, the "legs" buldging with what could only be mucles built from his travels and the force it takes to pull his weight around so deep underwater with all that pressure upon him, that stretch out wide, he could easily grab a soaring Blue overhead and drag him down to a watery grave. Simply allowing a third of his girth to bear down on a landborne dragon would be enough to sink them, if his jaws did not get to them first. True, the width of his bite is not that frightening (when compared to the jaws of an Amber or Wraith or Black, one would only laugh and look away) but its the teeth inside that make one wary. Poseidonth, like all other Megalaodin, bears rows upon rows of serraded teeth, large enough that they protrude from his maw and are seen even when his jaws are closed tightly shut. Indeed, one wouldn't want to be bitten by him. Poseidonth also claims four feelers to pick up on his sonar: two on his maw, one right after the other, and two jutting out, one on each side of his jaw. On the ends are bioluminescent bulbs, an icy blue in shade (blue is the last light that vanishes from visibility underwater), that dots the edges of his fin tips and runs in a straight row directly behind his eyes and down his body until they reach the end of his tail. His fins are long, allowing him easy prupulsion through the water, and resembling wings in that they are webbeed with a simliar membrane. His back also has the same webbing between his spikes, another fierce quality about the Megalaodin that proves rather intimidating. His body is a mix of dule, clay red, blacks, and darker browns, the great mixture swirling around his body. His underbelly and membranes bear more of the clay red shading, and most everywhere else is a black brown mix.
