Post by rizu on Dec 4, 2008 16:38:31 GMT -5
.:.New Cove Weyr Resident.:.
.:.Name.:.
S’tin[Sailetin]
.:. Gender.:.
Male
.:.Age .:.
Twenty-One [21]
.:. Sexuality.:.
Bisexual <--> Homosexual
.:. Rank.:.
SpringRider - Transfer from CCW
.:.Name.:.
S’tin[Sailetin]
.:. Gender.:.
Male
.:.Age .:.
Twenty-One [21]
.:. Sexuality.:.
Bisexual <--> Homosexual
.:. Rank.:.
SpringRider - Transfer from CCW
.:.Appearance .:.
Tall and lanky, that’s the best way to describe S’tin. With long legs and arms [and fingers] he looks like someone that never fully grew from his teen years into adulthood. Then again, he’s still young, though it is quite doubtful that his frame will change much at his current age. He has muscles, really! He does! Though unlike the typically bulky rider his are more compact and lean, giving him a more harmless appearance. Sure, he might not be able to wrestle with some of the other riders, but he’s certainly strong enough to handle and grip the straps on his dragon smooth and tightly when thread is falling. In the end, this is what’s more important – not how many pounds he can lift in one hand. The area where muscle seems to slim out most, almost giving him a bony appearance, is around his shoulders. They are very defined, and hard to miss. S’tin stands at the height of five feet and eleven inches. Not the tallest around, but enough to keep him content.
His hair is rather silk-ish, soft to the touch and light. It’s very thin, and if cropped to shortly his hair acquires a tendency to stick out in odd angles. A bonus about it, he doesn’t have to brush. With a quick sweep of his fingers and the strands fall into their place every morning. It’s a dark brown, almost black colored, and matched his eyes to perfection. His face is rather small, and his chin is small, but pointy – giving him a more feminine look. His hands are also rather appealing, with long but slender and agile fingers. With his lean frame and these small details, it’s no surprise it’s hard to guess his sexuality. He’s often found with tunics and trousers, any color is fine. He does like to wear tunics that have some elaborated design boarded into them, mostly on the sleeves. S’tin’s sight is not perfect – he manages to make the most of it in the day [and his Aenueth helps] but a small pair of glasses lies somewhere in the small desk inside his weyr. They’re used mostly for reading – as wearing them on a daily basis could provided to be dangerous both for him and for the rare item.
.:.Personality .:.
Quiet and calm, S’tin could be no more noticeable than a ghost. Actually, a ghost might actually catch more attention than what S’tin ever does. It’s not that he’s anti-social, he simply prefers to keep quiet unless he has something of dire importance to say. Only his Aenueth seems capable of making him socialize – and that’s only through means of telepathy. S’tin loves to read, and he can often be found in his weyr with a stack of rolls on his desk – unless he’s dragged out for one duty of another. Forgetful about the body’s needs he could spend days without food or sleep. Good for him that he has a lovely Spring to remind him his tummy needs food, his brain needs rest – and that she needs to be fed and cleaned as well.
He enjoys warmer climates, and it was his low tolerance to cold what had him and Aenueth be transferred to New Cove a turn after they had been turned into full-fledge SpringRider and dragon. He loves to relax at the shoreline, often while reading a scroll, and Aenueth is always more than content to bask in the sun while having the waves wash over her small frame. The fact that he is bonded to a female dragon never seemed to phase S’tin – he adores his beloved Spring Aenueth, and would have never changed her for anything else in the whole-wide Pern. He doesn’t, however, fully understand her obsession for small kids and baby animals – nor her desires to look after a clutch. Still, he knows better than to question the caring Spring about it, though on occasion reminds her not to brood too much on the matter. It tends to make his Aenueth sad, and S’tin doesn’t like to see his soulmate sad. They share a very close bond and love one another deeply, the same way S’tin loves his foster-mother Merianel.
.:.History .:.
A product from a flight his Topaz had entered and won – for with the lack of Snows the King was reduced to chase after the lustful Green – Sailetin’s father was never there for the lad. He’d simple bedded his mother due to his King having caught the temptress of a Green Arianai rode. His mother was no better, really, often altered and moody – it was a miracle the boy was born at all. When he was born Sailetin turned out to be a rather small thing – the Healer didn’t think the boy would last long. Taking this as an advantage, aside from the fact that the Healer seemed so concerned for the small babe, she convinced her to send Sailetin to a MasterHealer. No sooner the boy turned one and a half, and he was healthy enough to survive the travel, he was sent off by dragonback – though not between. It was rare for a child to be taken in to the HealerCraft, but one of the MasterHealers was old, and she had never been able to birth a child. So she welcomed the child into her arms as if he had been her own – caring for Sailetin day and night. Slowly, but steadily, the boy began to make process and got healthier and stronger. He remained a lanky thing, but at least he was not expected to drop dead at any moment.
Years passed and Sailetin grew older and healthier. He seemed to have a bit of difficult seeing, especially when learning to read, so Merianel had one of the blacksmiths to create a pair of reading glasses. They weren’t much help in the daily-life aspect, but they did prove to help the boy see better when it came to studying. Under her wing Sailetin was instructed on reading and writing – and when the boy showed interest in healing and herbs it was his foster-mother the one that became his teacher. He learned well, absorbing knowledge as a sponge.
At the age of twelve the boy was told of his real parents – they had both succumbed to the plague not long after he had been sent to the HealerCraft. Though lightly saddened, Sailetin could never truly say he missed them – for Merianel had been the one to raise him since young. To him, she was his mother. However, he did begged and plead to be allowed a trip to see a dragon – and his birthplace while he was at it. A hatching had been announced at Crystal Cavern, a rare event indeed, and so Merianel had agreed. She thought it would also serve as a good experience for the boy – and he was soon on the sands working along with the drudges and healers. He could barely see from their spot, but It was more than enough to satisfy his child-ish curiosity. Merianel had been on the stands, watching as well, though the old woman would have never truly expected to see what happened in a matter of seconds.
A small egg had been twitching for a while, as if the inhabitant inside was still considering whether to hatch or not. Finally, nearing the end of the Hatching, the egg had split perfectly to reveal a tiny Spring hatchling. She took her time cleaning her hide of egg-goo, before neatly walking down and past the available candidates – stumbling every few steps. Spectators were shocked, and thought the little dragon might be searching for someone on the stands, but it was even more of a surprise when she calmly rejected them. She crooned lovingly, heading in the direction where the meat and other impressed pairs were. The Pearl herself tried to dissuade her daughter to turn back and chose, but the Spring merrily ignored her. Curious, Sailetin had moved as far ahead as the other healers allowed him to try and get a better view of this pretty little thing that came closer and closer. She crooned again, this time louder, before the Spring suddenly made a bee-line for the boy.
She skidded to a halt, though unable to stop on time she bowled Sailetin over – boy and dragonet now a tangled ball of skin, hide and sands. He was scratched in the process, though nothing too critical. Upon seeing his arm bleed, however, the hatchling’s eyes whirled quickly with orange and yellow shades, and she croned loudly as she rubbed her head against his chest.
S’tinMine, S’tinMine! Your Aenueth is so very, very sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mine! Are you alright, are you well?!
From then on the boy lived in the Weyr, training along with the other Weyrlings under the guidance of a Spring riding Weyrlingmaster. They were always attentive and careful, not once did they ever attempted something when it wasn’t their time. Model pupils, one could say, the Springpair was no problem at all. S’tin abandoned his training as a healer – though he still reads every now and again on his own and reviews. He knows basic healing techniques, but that’s about it. Merianel, though a bi saddened to see such a good pupil go, was delighted to see that her ‘son’ was happy – and that his Spring Aenueth adored and looked after him with such fervor. Now older, she rarely goes out of the HealerCraft’s halls – though S’tin and Aenueth visit her often.
.:.Father.:.
B’lor – TopazRider - Deceased
.:.Mother.:.
Arianai – GreenRider - Desceased
Merianel – MasterHealer - Alive
.:.Siblings.:.
None
B’lor – TopazRider - Deceased
.:.Mother.:.
Arianai – GreenRider - Desceased
Merianel – MasterHealer - Alive
.:.Siblings.:.
None
.:.Pets.:.
None
.:.Dragon’s Name.:.
Aenueth
.:.Dragon’s Color.:.
Spring
.:.Dragon’s Age.:.
Nine Turns [9]
Aenueth
.:.Dragon’s Color.:.
Spring
.:.Dragon’s Age.:.
Nine Turns [9]
.:.Appearance.:.
A very small and petite thing, roughly fifteen meters in length, Aenueth is barely bigger than an Ice dragon – not to mention that most of the male dragon population is easily double her size or more. She’s of a very lovely light green, a bit blinding to the eye if her body is caught in a certain angle by Rukbath’s rays. As the hide m moves to her wings and head the color seems to make a slow transition, turning into a darker [almost forest-like] green at the tip of her snout, tail and wing tips. Her paws are brown, like all springs, though the shade is so light that many confuse it for fresh mud. The wing sails are a pale green, translucent, and the pair of wings seem to be a tad too big for such a small dragoness. If one looks closely, you will see a leave like patter around the ridges of her back, though it fades into nothing as it reaches the side of her belly, neck and tail.
.:.Personality.:.
Sweet-tempered and caring, Aenueth is the perfect living example of what mothers should be like when they have small children. It is not uncommon for her to intrude in other people’s [and dragons’] business – and while she does it only with the intention of helping, it can get a bit annoying every now and then. She fancies young creatures, and adores convincing the weyrbrats to help bathe her. Towards S’tin she is ever caring and loving, like a doting mother, and is always reminding him of his needs to eat, sleep and any other he might forget as he spends hours and hours reading scrolls. Whenever there’s a hatching Aenueth is ever much excited, for she loves to watch the small hatchlings be born and impress. She wishes many times that she could have a clutch of her own, even though the Spring knows it will never happen. Aenueth would probably willingly try to convince a Snow to clutch first and flame afterwards, if only it meant she could take over caring for the eggs.
