Post by Lyrikitty on May 18, 2009 18:57:51 GMT -5
Weyr:
Atlanopolis
Name:
M'yaan
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Rank:
Weyrling master/Patroler
Age:
27
Appearance:
Unlike his fair sister, M'yaan is an intimidating figure. He stands tall and proud, broad shoulders filled with muscle, his arms thick with ropey sinew from turns of hauling nets and fishing lines. His head is held high, adding height to his already impressive 6'5", and he is unashamed of how imposing he looks when he stands beside his beloved sister. If his weight runs high, it is not from excess fat, but from muscles, packed onto his figure anywhere possible. He seems bigger than he really his, his tall frame made almost stocky in appearance. Widest at the shoulder, tapering to the toes, he can move with surprising speed and even in a life above the surface, he would have been destined for a career on a boat, fishing, hauling heavy loads, and loving every moment of it.
His hair, in contrast to Yemaya's own pale strands, is dark, a mop of black sheared unevenly, flopping over his head and ofter over his eyes. He has long since given up trying to tame his hair, and so when it gets too long he simply hacks away until it's short enough to be out of his way. Yemaya constantly scolds him for it and harasses him to let her cut his hair, swearing she could do a better job, but he stubbornly refuses, teasing her that if he lets her cut his hair, she has to let him cut hers. An effective way to keep her at bay.
His eyes are nearly identical to Yemaya's, though his are not hazel and so do not shift restlessly but stay a calm, serene sea-green. the outer edges are flecked with darker hues, while the inner ring beside the ebony pupil is pale, like sea foam washes against the shore. Despite his intimidating stature, his eyes belie the sweet nature lurking beneath, and the humor which he often manages to only just suppress.To make M'yaan laugh isn't hard at all, his lips often struggling not to turn up into a broad smile.
His walk is not so graceful as his sibling, but more a swagger which cannot be helped. The easiest way to move for him is to either prowl, his muscles rippling and giving a dangerous appearance, or to swagger, making him seem almost arrogant. Almost. Saved only by the mischief in his eyes from look haughty.He favors clothing which does not restrict his range of motion, as he often moves constantly when speaking, his whole body becomming involved in the conversation. Loose tunics, leggings which don't hand, exactly, but do not hug the skin. He wears boots made from larhe fish, the material smooth and water resistent, and more flexible than the hides found above the water's surface. Colors are often dull grays, browns, or an occasional blue.
Personality:
M'yaan can be a joker, laughing wildly at jokes and often causing small bits of mischief in the Weyr. He's the sort of guy you just can't really hate. He takes his duty seriously, and while he leaves no room for his charges to fall slack, it is rare that they look at him with distaste.A small part of it may be due to Yemaya's attentions while the weyrlings were candidates, or it may be that M'yann is just that likable. whatever the reason, he is a favorite.
There is always a smile on his lips, or at least just under the surface and waiting for a chance to shine, and an encouraging word, he does not demean or speak ill to the weyrlings he teaches, and shows great patience to even the most dim-witted of children, and can manage to curb the fiesty minds of the most rebellious. Between M'yaan and Yemaya, it is doubtful anyone would stand a chance to their charm.
M'yaan has a thick hide when it comes to insults, they simply roll off his broad shoulders uselessly, and are most often retalliated with a chuckle and a shrug. He's found that the best way to annoy someone who is looking for a fight is to show their prodding and their urging is useless and childish. It often resolves the issues far more peacefully than if he allowed insults to sink in and brood.
Do not be mistaken though. He can be dangerously protective of Yemaya, just as Nunth will protect Asraith at all costs. Never has Pern seen such a devoted brother, for he adores his little sister and her gentle ways. Just as he and Nunth will turn violent when they see a threat to the naive Sirynpair, they will show a firm side to their weyrlings. Jokes, at the proper timing, are always welcomed, but some lessons require a serious approach, and at these times it is not wise to try and play games with the weyrlingmaster.
One part of being Weyrlingmaster that M'yaan is not thrilled with is the tempers of the newly Impressed boys and girls. Every now and again, one takes it wrong, or one gets confused, to the point where they want to lash out. Who better to take the brunt of it than the powerful man? M'yaan has taken his share of blows from his charges, and never complained, for in the end, when al lis said and done, the weyrling who struck out will look at him, and they will share a deeper bond. With his seemingly endless patience to the youths, they find it hard to remain mad at him for long even when their tempers flare to the most dangerous of levels.
History:
Menyaan is the oldest of two, and was the real glue to hold Amyan and Eanie together. There were enough odd differences between them that until their son was born, no one was sure they would ever last. However, with the birth of the boy, all issues seemed to resolve, and happiness ruled their little family.
Menyaan was raised by his father mostly, his mother taking part as often as she could. Zyth spent much time around the little boy, crooning to him and soothing his night-time fussing. His first word was not mama or papa, but Zyth. He was attached to the dragon, and as he got older he became even more attached to her. It was the deep patience the female showed with his childish abuse, the sort no youth means in a harmful way but is unable to avoid, like the pulling of nostrils and the tugging of tails or other sensitive parts, which most affected the child as he grew.
He was almost old enough to stand on the sands when his sister was born. Yemaya, even as an infant, was a force to be reckoned with. Their father was putty to her, and she never even knew it. Never did she try, but by the time she was four, she had every male in her life adoring her, and doing anything she desired.
It came as a shock to them all, when the young girl ceased talking almost comepletely. What could have caused this? Never was the source decided, but it seemed the only one the child willingly spoke with regularly was Menyaan.
At sixteen, Menyaan Impressed, becomming M'yaan, to the Sevrill Nunth. Nunth was taken with Yemaya, and becameshockingly protective of her, more than more would have expected. Nunth was, in all other aspects, as gentle as anyone could have hoped. It became blatently obvious from the first weyrling lesson, where this pair would best fall. Even while they were learning themselves, they took the time to help their peers, going over each lesson with the others, insructing, and producing one of the better trained groups of Weyrling in a long time.
From there, life fell into a blissful routine, day-to-day life peaceful and enjoyable. It was disturbed only when Yemaya impressed, most naturally to a Siryn, for which M'yaan and Nunth made a great fuss. The training of the Sirynpair was a big deal, for both M'yaan and Nunth, and they took special care with them, spending endless time making sure every lesson was memorized, and the day that the beloved Sirynpair graduated, M'yaan and Nunth were far prouder than they had imagined.
nunth did have difficulty, the first time Asraith Rose, and he restlessly paced, snarling, furiously wishing he could do something to make sure the experience was, for the sweet Siryn, absolutely perfect. He was more concerned, though, just as M'yaan was, for Yemaya. Both were fearful that the rider of whatever dragon caught the Siryn would be so laden with dragonlust he wouldn't be careful, wouldn't show Yemaya the respect that they were convinced she deserved. The only thing they'd been able to do was to be sure that beforehand, every male in the Weyr who intended to chase after Asraith was warned, which the Sevrillpair took very seriously.
It was found highly amusing to many in the Weyr, how devoted they were, and also rather endearing. Once again life settled into a routine which suited M'yaan and Nunth just fine. Every now and again there is a mild stir, and M'yaan and Nunth once more show just how protective of their young sisters they are.
Father:
Amyan~ Kitchen drudge
Mother:
Eanie of Siryn Zyth
Siblings:
Yemaya of Siryn Asraith
Pets:
Dragon Name:
Nunth
Dragon Color:
Sevrill
Age:
11
Personality:
Like M'yaan, the tough exterior is only a guise. This big brute is as soft as any Green, and loves to spend endless hours relaxing or playing. The only way to raise the ire of the sweet dragon is to show intent to harm either Yemaya, Asraith, or M'yaan. If Nunth sees any of them in danger, he'll not hesitate to tear into anyone or anything.
The side he shows to the weyrlings is far different from his natural self, a well composed mask to keep rowdy young dragons in line. He need only turn a keen eye to them to settle down any hatchling. Don't be fooled though, like M'yaan he is fond of them all, and enjoys his job. What his color lacks in intelligence, Nunth makes up for in attention and in devotion. He is as patient as he must be with each and every young dragon he meets and teaches, at times even cutting into his free time to give extra lessons to those who are learning slowly.
Appearance:
Like any of his color, Nunth is intimidating to look at. If one didn't know better, the pairing of dragon and rider would leave one shaken to the very core, for so dangerous they both look they could scare a Cyan.
Nunth falls to the large size for his color, and proudly so, for it gives him an advantage in the world. His hard plates are a dark blue, which lightenes as it travels along his back to a middling, frothy green. Over the blue and green are swirls and splotches of lighter blues, darker greens, and even an occasional splash of a pale red-brown or black. The hard, boney-like growths on his back are a sligthly darker color than his soft belly, with more red mixed in. His belly, when no threat is detected, is a light fleshy tone, similar to the sandy ocean floor as one nears the beaches.
While not so dazzling in appearance as some of his brothers, it is undeniable the Sevrill is attractive, and his stern, no-nonsense appearance is well suited to his job. He tries to act as the balance to the relationship, where M'yaan fails to keep his appearance sternsave for the most serious matters, Nunth picks up the slack, sitting stoicly by and watching the young dragons, instructing them carefully and cultivating the eager minds to their best. There is a stubborn set to his jaw when others disobey, which can send young dragons fleeing to their bonded, though it rarely means mroe than the Sevrill making a point.