Post by Onyxaeon on May 18, 2009 18:27:07 GMT -5
Weyr: Atlanopolis Weyr
Name: C'twek
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bicurious
Rank: Wingrider/Patroler
Age: Twenty-one turns
Appearance: Standing at about 5'11", C'twek is not overly tall or short but, rather, middling in height. He's well off enough, and doesn't see any issue with his stature, for he more than makes up for it in lithe muscle. Nothing that makes him appear stocky or bulky in build but leaner, toned. Not an ounce of fat pulls at his muscles and, though he knows this, he doesn't pay much attention to it. It's just not that important to him as it is to some other people, hence the reasoning behind his almost shaggy, dark brown mop upon his head. If tamed, it actually looks rather nice but, more often than not, he just wakes up and runs his hands over the top to keep it in check. S'fine, though. After all, the tousled look suits him.
Faintly bushy, dark brows rest above blue-gray orbs that dearly resemble some of the plates upon his dragon's back. There is little variation to this hue, as it is even throughout the iris, aside from a faint eye freckle in his left optic. Those eyes dance with humor at any given point of the day, though the man doesn't deal in mischief of any sort. No, he just likes to play around, and it certainly shows in his gaze when he'll catch your eye from across the room. There is a challenge to his stare, as if daring you to drop whatever you are doing and play his teasing games, to allow him to be his harmless, flirting self. If that doesn't work, those kiss-me lips of his certainly will and, to most, a kiss on the cheek is his greeting. Those who know him think nothing of this but, it is a little odd having a grown man walk up to you, say his name and hi, and then kiss your cheek. He's not feminine as these characteristics indicate but, rather, appreciative. He'll pick and borrow traits from various people and adapt them to himself to make him a better person. He's all he has to offer, and that has to be made his best.
He favors darker greens, reds, and blacks, though, really, anything is fair game for the man. He's bold in his choice of clothing, and isn't afriad to let everyone know this when he walks out of his weyr in the morning with what would other wise look mismatched on anyone besides him.
Personality: C'twek is a hopeless romantic. To the point of being the picture perfect fairy tale lover. The kind of guy who never forgets your birthday, could tell you what you were wearing down to your little necklace the day he met you, and goes out of his way to surprise you with things on random days when you might not be in the best of moods. Not just little things, either: he's big on planning entire romantic evenings and everything about them. Many people often think that's the only thing going through his mind throughout the day, but definitely not in a sexual manner. No, he has a deep respect for both women and men, and could never use someone that way, or any other for that matter. In his eyes, men have their right to protect and shelter a woman, but only if she wants to be.
C'twek's the type of man you want to be around if you ever get married, because he'll do all the planning for you and in such the sweetest way. Mayhaps it's because he's into things like details without being obsessed with them and so wonderfully the Romeo of the undersea world. His idealistic mindset makes for the perfect optimist, and it is unheard of to find this unintentionally charming dolt down and depressed. He's always on the go, never pausing for a moment as he's so involved in everything for his open mindedness to try everything at least once. "If you've never tried it, how do you know you don't like it?"
Famous for the phrase "Because, everyone needs to be a little silly sometimes." C'twek is so out there sometimes it's hard to imagine him in a serious light, though he does take his duties so...sometimes. He'll suffer from bouts of playful laziness every now and then, and this is when having a flit comes in handy. Well, sort of. The Brown flit was not hatched to be bonded with C'twek, and is actually a wild flit in both nature and status, though very gentle and almost understanding. Bizet and C'twek have come to a common understanding: food, which they both love. Turns out, the way to a male's heart is through his stomach sometimes. So, when Bizet isn't trying to head back up to the surface or darting back and forth in a spazzy fashion, he can be coaxed into doing very simple things like getting things from the man's weyr when he doesn't want to wander back up the steps. Seems the man's charm also works on animals as well as people.
Take a chance and see is C'twek's mindset, and he applies this to love which he is more than ready to dive head first into. Faranth help the odd soul who manages to fall for him because the man is inclined to having bouts of curiosity and wandering off to find some bed partner when life is going exceptionally well. He sees it as a learning opportunity, and would tell you this if you asked him flat out as he isn't shy or modest in the least: he knows what he's got and who he is, so why hide it? That being said, the Sevrill rider wants kids, adores them even, so he's going to have to learn to settle if he wants to coddle a little one or two.
History: C'twek was conceived from a one night stand between two drudges who had not gotten out of the other's way fast enough when two Siryns took to the air to fly, the passion spilling over into the Lower Caverns. That being said, the little babe that came along was unexpected, but Ceda tended to him accordingly and raised him on her own, as the man she had tumbled in the furs with one night wanted nothing to do with his son. This didn't effect Ceitwek as a lad, and he to this day carries no grudge against his father for not taking up his responsibilities as a father.
When Ceitwek was around fourteen turns, he finally convinced his mum to allow him to stand at a hatching. He didn't have to wait turns like some to find his bonded, and was gifted that evening with a Sevrill lifemate who named himself Vnaith. Togther, the two worked through their weyrling years without much difficulty (aside from the two one day leaving the group when they were doing surface training and nearly got lost, kitchen duty coming of that, and the time C'twek had a one night stand like his father with a fellow weyrling and wasagain sentenced to doing chores for seven days on end.)
When the two graduated, life was finally beginning to even out, and C'twek was accepted into the ranks of those before him with open arms and a staff carved of soft driftwood, a checkerboard pattern carvered into the wood with a slick coating of blue green over the design, and a few shells to symbolize his status as a patroler and Siryn guardian. The splendor of graduatting aside, the pair had their duties to attend to, and could fly whomever they wanted now which greatly mellowed C'twek's pent up...frustrations. While His was wandering about to and fro, Vnaith was concerned with keeping himself in the best of shape for the upcoming Siryn's Festival to assign ranks and give the new riders a chance to prove themselves. Well, Vnaith excelled in his strength competition, even managed to get second place and practically guarenteed his slot as a wingsecond. However, since C'twek had not been practicing, he failed miserably at his turn to prove himself, and the pair lost their rank for lack of preparation. It was a leaning experience for the two and, now, they look forward to trying to prove themselves again because they're ready now more than ever.
Father: Twektrn- Kitchen Drudge
Mother: Ceda- Kitchen Drudge
Siblings: None
Relatives: First cousin K'trun of Megalaodin Tavenorth.
Pets: Brown Flit Bizet (Adopted wild flit)
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Dragon Name: Vnaith
Dragon Color: Sevrill
Age: Seven Turns
Personality: Vnaith is the type of dragon who coudl effortlessly blend into the crowd if need be, because nothing much about him screams unusual. He doesn't get into arguments and prefers to keep his head down rather than be recognized and in the limelight, as he's terribly shy at times. The Sverill is true to his color only when things get heated and truly dangerous, either His or a Siryn being threatend or, every now and then, a human youngling. He ist the perfect bodguard dragon you want with you in a fight for, though he does not seem the type to duke it out without regard for his own being, the Sevrill is quite the vicious opponent. Certainly, he would be the last dragon you would want to threaten.
Vnaith's severe dedication cripples him somewhat, as he hides behinds his duties and often pours himself into his job without even really noticing it. His work, in fact, often goes unappreciated and unnoticed. For instance, he always spends at least tow hours of his early morning patrol looking for beautiful shells for the queens, and then places the whole mass of shells he finds at the opening to the hatching pool. In a way, one could compare him to his Mine, as the dragon really is romantic at heart, though afraid to love. He just...doesn't know whom to give his heart to, and can't let many see how easily broken and sensitive he is beneath the hard plates and the vicious looks.
That being said, Vnaith is a relatively quite dragon, soft spoken, but blunt. He's not above telling you you need to work on something, but would rather keep harsh opinions to himself unless you asked it of him to be so. He keeps to himself, and can only really be found speaking with his Mine on the occasions the dragon is around the Weyr, as he is often seen away making sure the area is safe for the rest of his Weyr.
Appearance:
images4.wikia.nocookie.net/monsterhunter/images//1/18/New_seadragon.jpg -Because I didn't want to lose the picture.
Vnaith stands at the full height of a healthy surface Blue, his body not as stocky, though, but he doesn't care. He doesn't have much need to be so massive, because his slightly sharper than normal back ridges are intimidating enough along with his armor like air. The Sevrill was blessed with a beautiful coloring across his platted hide, a fantastic shade of metallic, light blue running from the tip of his snout all along his spine, with a spotted design of forest green beginning at the edge of his jawline and running along his rib cage across the sides of his rudder of a tail. A lighter shade of blue-green coats his soft under belly when he is not under threat and, when he is rilled, a dark green the hue of his spots stains his stomach.
Vnaith's broad, flat panel of a head is extra sensitive, picking up on the vibrations needed to make him a fine hunter when he is in the mood for such sport, and the lips meant to conceal his fangs bear teeth made of cartaliage to appear far more intimidating than he actually is. The same goes for his beady, yet keen, eyes. Following his shrt, scaled limbs down, Vnaith is seen to have long talons, also great for intimidating his opponents when he runs across them, because the poor dear has terrible luck and is unintentionally in the heat of conflict every time he turns around.
Despite his vicious facade, Vnaith has a feel about him that is rather soothing to the spirit, a form of it'll-be-okay look that just calms both dragons and riders without ever intending to. He, like his rider, knows he could be considered a fine specimen, but he does not acknowledge it, as he is a bit shy around the Siryns he would die to protect, and tries to get out of the Weyr using the excuse to look for candidates when their flights roll around. He's not insecure, just a bit uncertain as to where to place his full devotion.
Name: C'twek
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bicurious
Rank: Wingrider/Patroler
Age: Twenty-one turns
Appearance: Standing at about 5'11", C'twek is not overly tall or short but, rather, middling in height. He's well off enough, and doesn't see any issue with his stature, for he more than makes up for it in lithe muscle. Nothing that makes him appear stocky or bulky in build but leaner, toned. Not an ounce of fat pulls at his muscles and, though he knows this, he doesn't pay much attention to it. It's just not that important to him as it is to some other people, hence the reasoning behind his almost shaggy, dark brown mop upon his head. If tamed, it actually looks rather nice but, more often than not, he just wakes up and runs his hands over the top to keep it in check. S'fine, though. After all, the tousled look suits him.
Faintly bushy, dark brows rest above blue-gray orbs that dearly resemble some of the plates upon his dragon's back. There is little variation to this hue, as it is even throughout the iris, aside from a faint eye freckle in his left optic. Those eyes dance with humor at any given point of the day, though the man doesn't deal in mischief of any sort. No, he just likes to play around, and it certainly shows in his gaze when he'll catch your eye from across the room. There is a challenge to his stare, as if daring you to drop whatever you are doing and play his teasing games, to allow him to be his harmless, flirting self. If that doesn't work, those kiss-me lips of his certainly will and, to most, a kiss on the cheek is his greeting. Those who know him think nothing of this but, it is a little odd having a grown man walk up to you, say his name and hi, and then kiss your cheek. He's not feminine as these characteristics indicate but, rather, appreciative. He'll pick and borrow traits from various people and adapt them to himself to make him a better person. He's all he has to offer, and that has to be made his best.
He favors darker greens, reds, and blacks, though, really, anything is fair game for the man. He's bold in his choice of clothing, and isn't afriad to let everyone know this when he walks out of his weyr in the morning with what would other wise look mismatched on anyone besides him.
Personality: C'twek is a hopeless romantic. To the point of being the picture perfect fairy tale lover. The kind of guy who never forgets your birthday, could tell you what you were wearing down to your little necklace the day he met you, and goes out of his way to surprise you with things on random days when you might not be in the best of moods. Not just little things, either: he's big on planning entire romantic evenings and everything about them. Many people often think that's the only thing going through his mind throughout the day, but definitely not in a sexual manner. No, he has a deep respect for both women and men, and could never use someone that way, or any other for that matter. In his eyes, men have their right to protect and shelter a woman, but only if she wants to be.
C'twek's the type of man you want to be around if you ever get married, because he'll do all the planning for you and in such the sweetest way. Mayhaps it's because he's into things like details without being obsessed with them and so wonderfully the Romeo of the undersea world. His idealistic mindset makes for the perfect optimist, and it is unheard of to find this unintentionally charming dolt down and depressed. He's always on the go, never pausing for a moment as he's so involved in everything for his open mindedness to try everything at least once. "If you've never tried it, how do you know you don't like it?"
Famous for the phrase "Because, everyone needs to be a little silly sometimes." C'twek is so out there sometimes it's hard to imagine him in a serious light, though he does take his duties so...sometimes. He'll suffer from bouts of playful laziness every now and then, and this is when having a flit comes in handy. Well, sort of. The Brown flit was not hatched to be bonded with C'twek, and is actually a wild flit in both nature and status, though very gentle and almost understanding. Bizet and C'twek have come to a common understanding: food, which they both love. Turns out, the way to a male's heart is through his stomach sometimes. So, when Bizet isn't trying to head back up to the surface or darting back and forth in a spazzy fashion, he can be coaxed into doing very simple things like getting things from the man's weyr when he doesn't want to wander back up the steps. Seems the man's charm also works on animals as well as people.
Take a chance and see is C'twek's mindset, and he applies this to love which he is more than ready to dive head first into. Faranth help the odd soul who manages to fall for him because the man is inclined to having bouts of curiosity and wandering off to find some bed partner when life is going exceptionally well. He sees it as a learning opportunity, and would tell you this if you asked him flat out as he isn't shy or modest in the least: he knows what he's got and who he is, so why hide it? That being said, the Sevrill rider wants kids, adores them even, so he's going to have to learn to settle if he wants to coddle a little one or two.
History: C'twek was conceived from a one night stand between two drudges who had not gotten out of the other's way fast enough when two Siryns took to the air to fly, the passion spilling over into the Lower Caverns. That being said, the little babe that came along was unexpected, but Ceda tended to him accordingly and raised him on her own, as the man she had tumbled in the furs with one night wanted nothing to do with his son. This didn't effect Ceitwek as a lad, and he to this day carries no grudge against his father for not taking up his responsibilities as a father.
When Ceitwek was around fourteen turns, he finally convinced his mum to allow him to stand at a hatching. He didn't have to wait turns like some to find his bonded, and was gifted that evening with a Sevrill lifemate who named himself Vnaith. Togther, the two worked through their weyrling years without much difficulty (aside from the two one day leaving the group when they were doing surface training and nearly got lost, kitchen duty coming of that, and the time C'twek had a one night stand like his father with a fellow weyrling and wasagain sentenced to doing chores for seven days on end.)
When the two graduated, life was finally beginning to even out, and C'twek was accepted into the ranks of those before him with open arms and a staff carved of soft driftwood, a checkerboard pattern carvered into the wood with a slick coating of blue green over the design, and a few shells to symbolize his status as a patroler and Siryn guardian. The splendor of graduatting aside, the pair had their duties to attend to, and could fly whomever they wanted now which greatly mellowed C'twek's pent up...frustrations. While His was wandering about to and fro, Vnaith was concerned with keeping himself in the best of shape for the upcoming Siryn's Festival to assign ranks and give the new riders a chance to prove themselves. Well, Vnaith excelled in his strength competition, even managed to get second place and practically guarenteed his slot as a wingsecond. However, since C'twek had not been practicing, he failed miserably at his turn to prove himself, and the pair lost their rank for lack of preparation. It was a leaning experience for the two and, now, they look forward to trying to prove themselves again because they're ready now more than ever.
Father: Twektrn- Kitchen Drudge
Mother: Ceda- Kitchen Drudge
Siblings: None
Relatives: First cousin K'trun of Megalaodin Tavenorth.
Pets: Brown Flit Bizet (Adopted wild flit)
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Dragon Name: Vnaith
Dragon Color: Sevrill
Age: Seven Turns
Personality: Vnaith is the type of dragon who coudl effortlessly blend into the crowd if need be, because nothing much about him screams unusual. He doesn't get into arguments and prefers to keep his head down rather than be recognized and in the limelight, as he's terribly shy at times. The Sverill is true to his color only when things get heated and truly dangerous, either His or a Siryn being threatend or, every now and then, a human youngling. He ist the perfect bodguard dragon you want with you in a fight for, though he does not seem the type to duke it out without regard for his own being, the Sevrill is quite the vicious opponent. Certainly, he would be the last dragon you would want to threaten.
Vnaith's severe dedication cripples him somewhat, as he hides behinds his duties and often pours himself into his job without even really noticing it. His work, in fact, often goes unappreciated and unnoticed. For instance, he always spends at least tow hours of his early morning patrol looking for beautiful shells for the queens, and then places the whole mass of shells he finds at the opening to the hatching pool. In a way, one could compare him to his Mine, as the dragon really is romantic at heart, though afraid to love. He just...doesn't know whom to give his heart to, and can't let many see how easily broken and sensitive he is beneath the hard plates and the vicious looks.
That being said, Vnaith is a relatively quite dragon, soft spoken, but blunt. He's not above telling you you need to work on something, but would rather keep harsh opinions to himself unless you asked it of him to be so. He keeps to himself, and can only really be found speaking with his Mine on the occasions the dragon is around the Weyr, as he is often seen away making sure the area is safe for the rest of his Weyr.
Appearance:
images4.wikia.nocookie.net/monsterhunter/images//1/18/New_seadragon.jpg -Because I didn't want to lose the picture.
Vnaith stands at the full height of a healthy surface Blue, his body not as stocky, though, but he doesn't care. He doesn't have much need to be so massive, because his slightly sharper than normal back ridges are intimidating enough along with his armor like air. The Sevrill was blessed with a beautiful coloring across his platted hide, a fantastic shade of metallic, light blue running from the tip of his snout all along his spine, with a spotted design of forest green beginning at the edge of his jawline and running along his rib cage across the sides of his rudder of a tail. A lighter shade of blue-green coats his soft under belly when he is not under threat and, when he is rilled, a dark green the hue of his spots stains his stomach.
Vnaith's broad, flat panel of a head is extra sensitive, picking up on the vibrations needed to make him a fine hunter when he is in the mood for such sport, and the lips meant to conceal his fangs bear teeth made of cartaliage to appear far more intimidating than he actually is. The same goes for his beady, yet keen, eyes. Following his shrt, scaled limbs down, Vnaith is seen to have long talons, also great for intimidating his opponents when he runs across them, because the poor dear has terrible luck and is unintentionally in the heat of conflict every time he turns around.
Despite his vicious facade, Vnaith has a feel about him that is rather soothing to the spirit, a form of it'll-be-okay look that just calms both dragons and riders without ever intending to. He, like his rider, knows he could be considered a fine specimen, but he does not acknowledge it, as he is a bit shy around the Siryns he would die to protect, and tries to get out of the Weyr using the excuse to look for candidates when their flights roll around. He's not insecure, just a bit uncertain as to where to place his full devotion.
