Post by Desert on Jan 17, 2009 10:43:03 GMT -5
N'yx & Xann ; Heaven Sent
Never saw the chemistry
That was there with you and me
It's been a long time coming
Weyr:
Name: N'yx
Gender: male
Sexuality: hetero
Rank: Weyrleader
Wingleader of Eternal Flames wing
Wingleader of low altitude wing
Age: 34
Appearance:
N'yx has average black hair, which he keeps relatively long and pulls up into a runnertail to keep it tame. From his temples back is a streak of hair that is beginning to turn dull and gray. The goatee he sports is also turning salt-and-pepper gray; it is short enough to be scruffy but not short enough to look like mere stubble. His eyes are usually ringed by slightly baggy, bruised skin; it's never been in N'yx's nature to get a lot of sleep. The color of his eyes is a light silver-green; a minty green color that looks like it's been bleached slightly and coated in lacquer. Veins of a slightly darker, more green color surround the outer rim of his iris, but it looks almost pure silver by the time it gets ti his pupil.
He is pretty average in build and height, with wiry, hard and lean muscles over his frame. He stays fighting fit even as his age declines, and is probably still able to hand some younger men's rear ends to them in a scrap. His face is handsome enough, but forgettable; N'yx easily fades into the background. His voice and outward manner are unassuming unless he decides to be noticed. His facial skin is creased with a few beginnings of wrinkles: around his mouth and eyes especially, from squinting against the wind a-neck. His skin is a healthy tan, but as time goes on it becomes more and more the color and texture of leather. He pulls of growing age rather gracefully, with a dignified sort of attractiveness to him.
Personality:
N'yx's Impression to a tempest was unexpected. Many said he would suit a dusk more, with his temperament. He is very laid back and calm. A logical thinker, N'yx tries not to let his emotions get the best of him. He is more methodical than his dragon, tending to think things over thoroughly before doing anything. He is confident, but not arrogant or proud.
Not much bothers him, but if you manage to get on his bad side you are an unfortunate person indeed. He is never outwardly unpleasant, but he treats someone he deems worthy of his scorn like a lump of offal. He even tells them that to their faces. The times when he lets his emotions go, he wears them on his sleeves.
He can be brutally honest, sometimes. He knows how to soften a blow and he is usually quite polite, but when his seemingly endless patience is worn thin or when there's nothing for it, he tells it like it is, for better or worse.
He has a clear sense of right and wrong, and has rigid principles ne never deviates from. These can be quite liberal and tolerant at times, but in some things he's a purist and won't budge. When push comes to shove he can be surprisingly stubborn.
N'yx usually blends into the background, quiet and observant. But when he decides to be noticed, he can take on an aura of authority that others naturally listen to. He is a good leader that way: his perpetually calm confidence makes people trust him. He has proved himself unflappable in emergencies.
History:
Zeineyxar was one of the many born to a common weyrfolk woman after a failed Flight. Nixya was known to flirt with every male she possibly could and bedded many riders at about the same time, so no one could ever figure out who Zeineyxar's father was. It never bothered the lad, since he was quite happy with the affectionate attentions of his foster carer, the Headwoman. As a weyrbrat, Zeineyxar never got into much mischief; it just wasn't in his nature. He helped out in the kitchens a few times, seeing that his foster mother was often run ragged with her job. Otherwise, his early life was fairly normal.
He started as a candidate in his thirteenth Turn, and was unsuccessful for many Turns. He was old enough to know very well what was going on when Solainoti's dragons fell to their Riosian addiction, and like many others feared for the Weyr's future. He watched in awe-struck horror as the golden queen Rose in her maddened frenzy, providing the cure to the withdrawal. He watched in perplexed relief as the rest of the Weyr followed suit. It seemed there was hope after all. All this was in the heat of the Plague, also, but since the Weyr was so isolated from the rest of pern they were not hit as hard.
The hatching of that first clutch nursed by Riosian was unexpected, when one of the first dragons to hatch was in fact Xann. The big tempest sought about for a moment among the Riosian rubble, and at first Zeineyxar was afraid the hatchling would begin devouring the gems. Thankfully not; the tempest only snatched up a smallish hourglass-shaped lump and set off purposefully into the ranks of candidates.
What are you looking so confused about?[/b][/color] Xann inquired, butting his lightning-marked head against his rider's leg.
N'yx smiled at the hatchling, whose mind-speech was quite fast, though more concise than one expected so speedy a talker. He held out his hand for Xann to drop his birthstone into his hand. "Nothing, Xann. What's this?"
My Birthstone, of course. I want to keep it,[/b][/color] the tempest told him, with a tone that brooked no argument.
"Don't eat it," N'yx cautioned his dragonling, a bit of concern seeping into his voice as he sensed Xann's fixation on the gem.
Eat it? No! Why would I eat my Birthstone?[/b][/color] Xan was affronted, and slightly insulted. His Birthstone was precious, not to be eaten like any chunk of firestone!
Relieved, N'yx obligingly had the hunk of Riosian fashioned into a necklace that remained hung around his dragon's neck.
For the next four Turns as Xann matured and came fully into himself and all his abilities and wiles as a tempest, they kept themselves limited to nonclutching females and chromes in Flights. That fifth Turn, N'yx allowed his big beast to chase the junior queens of the Weyr. He sired a few good clutches by them; by that time, N'yx had been made a Wingleader. The stage was set, and they had already gotten experience and worked up their nerve. It was time to go for the big one: the senior queen and Weyrleadership.
Ever since Xann had started showing an interest in chasing females, it had been a whim of the tempest's to win the senior queen. N'yx had but a damper on that scheme at first, but it slowly began to grow in his mind. Even then, he cautioned his hotheaded dragon to take it in steps, be methodical and not leap into action with a half-formed plan. So they slowly worked their way up until they were ready to tackle Naesth.
The clever tempest made his move in the brimstone queen's Flight, and won her over the bronze who had formerly caught her. A triumphant Xann was presented with a new cord to put on his Birthstone by N'yx's foster mother, and N'yx proudly took up his new role as Weyrleader. Solainoti prospered under his leadership, as he guided it through the last of the Plague and kept the older dragons from relasping with all that tempting Riosian sitting around in the Grounds.
Xann had a flash of foreboding when Naesth's brimstone daughter Isionyth broke shell and slaughtered three of her siblings. There was nothing he could do, and the young queen seemed to settle down a bit once she bonded. Neither the Weyrleader nor his dragon could have predicted what would happen on the young brimstone's first Flight.
They had dutifully taken off after Naesth that fateful day, only to watch in horror as her own daughter mercilessly killed Naesth in a fit of possessive rage.
Xann saw nothing for it as Isionyth took to the skies in place of her mother, he caught her. N'yx wasn't happy about the whole ordeal, but he agreed with Xann that there was nothing for it. So they remained Weyrleader, while the new brimstone pair took the reins as Weyrwoman.
Father: there was a choice of several men to be the sperm donor,
N'yx never found out or cared
Mother: Nixya, drudge in Solainoti
Siblings: none that N'yx knows of
Pets: none
It's freaking me out that I didn't see
You're so damn hot girl it's just crazy
And without a doubt I still can't believe
That you were right there in front of me
Dragon Name: Xanntorith
Dragon Color: tempest
Age: 15
Personality:
As if his rider rubbed off on him, Xann is a relatively mild tempest. He is still prone to mood swings, but they aren't as touchy as most of his color. He is still quite proud, and has an ego big enough for an amber, but he isn't quite as arrogant or hotheaded about it. He, unlike N'yx, is impossible at honding grudges. His memory isn't the best for the most part: it is highly selective.
He gets frustrated by N'yx's more sedate pace sometimes, and is perpetually impatient. His nerves are a bit high-strung, which his rider's calm helpes to counterbalance. He and N'yx are like Felix and Oscar. It's a wonder they have managed to get this far as successfully as they have. Their opposing personalities seem to compliment each other well enough that they are a good team, without clashing too much to do any good.
Xann, like all tempests, is quick-witted and wily. He can have a sharp tongue at times and uses it indiscriminately, though those he is fond of are spared the worst edge. He has a bitingly sarcastic sense of humor and can be quite sardonic, though he is never intentionally mean. Honesty and integrity are important to him, like N'yx; he has his ideas of right and wrong and will not stray from them.
Typical of most tempests, Xann is more than a bit ADD. He has a very selective attention span -- if it's something that doesn't interest him, he quickly loses concentration. His short-term memory is the same, and pointless trivia has a tendency to get stuck there while important things go right out. He is also quite easily distracted, and if his attention is drawn to one thing he can easily forget about whatever he was doing before. If N'yx didn't make sure, the big tempest would frequently miss meals by being absorbed in one thing or another and forgetting about food completely.
He seems to have taken a page from his mate's book and can be painfully blunt sometimes. Oh, he can have a silver tongue when it suits him, but he often has no patience for prancing about and says it like it is.
Appearance:
Xann's hide has an ashy, dull indigo base color, covered with several layers of other hues. The first one is a pale, chalky silver-white color, that is mottled heavier on his legs, wings, and tail. Another is a much darker charcoal-color that's sprayed like a fine mist over his head and neck, and the underside of his wings. A flat medium gray haze is spread over all this, relatively evenly but slightly heaver over his chest, barrel and flanks.
Over all that are veins of a bright, almost hot white. There are several of these lightning markings dancing over his face randomly, some wide as his a human palm and some wire-thin. One of the bigger ones spreads back along his dorsal ridge about a third of the way down his neck, radiating thinner veins. Each wing-finger has one of these lightning-marks, and more crisscross his wingsail randomly. Some of it even creeps up his paws and the tip of his tail, though those are thin and don't spread far.
Xann is at the larger end of the scale, small goldsize, with the lean build typical of his color. A serpentine body, wiry muscles, and broad, agile wings. He can outmaneuver many dragons his size, though he isn't especially speedy and can't stay in the air as long.
His birthstone is actually quite small, considering the sizes of some of the lumps available to choose from. It is shaped much like the Weyr's symbol at one angle: almost hour-glass shaped. The cord on which it hands is special, specially made as a gift when they became Weyrleader. It is of supple black leather, studded with bits of red garnet, blue lapis and an iron-like metal that has an oily patina; the Weyr's colors.
Other:
N'yx: 979B96
Xann: 62527A
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