Post by Lyrikitty on Nov 26, 2008 23:53:02 GMT -5
.::F'st~*~Typhith::.
Weyr: Talune
Name: F'st
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingsecond(TEMP)-Fatal Abyss/Wingrider-Blinded Vision
Age: 28
Appearance: F'st is sorely lacking in pigmintation, and is nearly albino, with pale, white hair that falls in a bone straight curtain to mid-back, often worn plaited, with enough in the front left loose to hide his eyes and face, and pale, milky skin that burns easily. The one thing that separates him from true albinism is his eyes, rather than the watery blue or pink hues most common, his are a deep, stormy gray, set in a chisled face that could have been taken from the terrar sculptures of the Greek Gods. Over his left shoulder is a heavy scar, received from Typhith at Impresion.
The turns have not been kind to him, and he looks closer to 30, part of this due to his almost displeased expressions, which are most common to his features. His build is not heavy, nor stocky, but he is not slight in the least, rather, toned, but not obscenely so.
He wears very dark colors, a stark contrast to most of his appearance, but none-the-less his attire of choice, often in longer, but lighter, fabrics to avoid burning.
Personality: F'st is a very quiet, very thoughtful man, he rarely has much at all to say, and when he does, he refuses to repeat himself. Some call him cruel or callus, but that simply isn't so. He is quiet because he doesn't want to open up, to let anyone in who could hurt him. He has a brilliant mind, and if ever he chose to apply himself, he could easily rise above many others, but again, it is something he hides away, and instead he lets the world think what it will, not trying to change the minds of anyone.
His trust is hard to win, and treasure that even the best miners must tread carefully when seeking. He will occasionally show random acts of kindness, the sort that leave those around wondering about him, but keeps them at a distance, unsure of how he'd receive their attention. A large part of his stand-offish appearance is due simply to the fact that he has been seen as unequal for so long, and he tries to protect himself as best he can.
History: There is little of F'st's history he cares to remember, being as he is it was hard to grow up indoors all the time, for he wanted to go out and be like the other kids, but always, always he was burned by Rukbat's wretched rays. It was thought he would never Impress a dragon, and though he was born and raised of Crystal Cavern, he only stood on the sands once, when he was nearly the limit of his years for potentially Impressing. He hadn't been allowed onto the sands, so much as having snuck onto them, hiding among the rest of the candidates and praying to bond with somthing, anything.
It was a bit of a shock when a small Emerald came charging through the crowd, running over several candidates in his haste, and tackled the pale lad, in the process taking a nasty chunk out of F'st's shoulder. //MINE! Feed me now! Typhith is startving, and you're laying about?// The emerald and snorted and grasped F'st's robes in his jaws, merrily dragging the lad, though slowly, off the sands and to the bowls of meat.
Well, since no one had planned on F'st ever Impressing, they had just ended up with an extra rider, and no idea what to do about it. Well, Crystal Cavern grudgingly trained the pair, and though they surpassed many of their peers, they were forwned apon, for the small Emerald, the puny beast, the runt who couldn't even act like an Emeral. All he had was an overgrown Green.Not very fair treatment, and the Weyrleader decided something would have to be done. Apon the graduation to rider, F'st was informed he would be transfering to the South. The Weyr hadn't been decided yet, but it was to be either Talune or New Cove, whichever would take him.
New Cove refused him, compared to their dragons Typhith was useless, just as he seemed to be in Crystal Cavern, and so, it was with heavy hearts that they were sent to Talune, banished from their home.
Naturally, they were ill received there as well, for now Typhith was no longer runt, but giant, only scarcely smaller than the legendary Varanth. Despite this, and the likely chances that he could easily catch one of the Talune queens, he never once flew after one, ignoring them completely unless he was being spoken to. F'st was treated just the same, for the most part, outcased for his dragon, for his appearance, for being an outider, from another Weyr entirely. However, oddly, F'st thrived. Despite the sunnier area and higher climate, his odds of burning seemed to lessen, and he could walk about with short sleeves if he wished. Perhaps it was the air, or tha water, or some other unknown component, but because of that alone, life in Talune was pleasent, and he and Typhith took to simply staying on the outskirts or out of sight as much as they could.
Father: F'say of Emerald Muth
Mother: Tresial of Ruby Varyth
Siblings: None
Pets:
Dragon Name: Typhith
Dragon Color: Emerald
Age: 8
Personality: For an Emerald, Typhith is mellow, his temper flaring only when something dear to him is threatened. While everything about him screams to the senses, and gives him a wonderfully feirce appearance, even if it doesn't suit his personality. Generally calm and collecting, seeming more a Brown than anything else, he is very watchful, nothing slides past his notice. Though he rarely says much, he is far from dull witted, he simply doesn't meet many who he wished to converse with. In this matter he and F'st are much alike, though Typhith has a protective streak like none other, and is known to snap at anyone he sees as a threat, with all intent of removing body parts. A large part of why he and F'st aren't all too popular, not that them transfering isn't part of it. He really can be a sweet beast, but it is hard for him, the only time he feels entirely secure is when he and F'st are alone and far away from the rest of the world. There is always the possibility of him relaxing, and if that were to happen, a new light may be shed on Emeralds, proving them not always irritable and agressive, but potentially caring and affectionate.
Appearence: Typhith is a runt, for an Emerald, gracing the grand size of about 41 meters, and the main cause for his transfer. In his Hatching Weyr, he'd been a runt, and fairly useless compared to the other Emeralds, but in Talune, he'd prove much more valuable, as he was larger than most of the males there, and gave no competition to the kings. His hide is a multitude of hues, stripe from head to tail, tapering bands of varying widths and legnths, similar to a terran tiger's, of very dark, almost black shades of green, while the base of his body is a middling hue, one of the more common emeralds in jewelery and such. His scales are very pale, and hold a lovely sheen no matter what the lighting. His underside is the same sahde as his scale, very pale, almost minty shade, but without the shine the scales have. For such a small Emerald, he is well proportioned, it seems he was simply made in miniature.
I think I'm done with this one... If not I can always add more. *nods*[/size][/color]
