Post by feingo on Nov 18, 2008 18:26:30 GMT -5
Weyr
Crystal Caverns
Name
N'ick
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Straight
Rank
Wingsecond
Age
Solid 30
Appearence
He is of moderate height, standing a little over 6'2", and somewhat muscular. His hair is long to his shoulders, raggety and dirty blonde, falling lightly over his eyes. From behind the loks of his bangs, his eyes swirl gently like a pair of deep, saphire pools, nearly the same color as the gem pendant that hangs around his neck. He wears a thick, brown fur longcoat, hand made for him by a friend in his old village, that runs down to just above his ankles. Beneath this, the remainder of his clothing is typical handmade attire; a black undershirt and blue pants. Around his waiste is tied his fathers sword, the hilt of which usually peeks out from the flap of his coat. The sword itself is almost more like a work of art then a weapon. Nestled beneath the leather sheath, the sturdy, four foot blade is razor sharp, yet light enough to be weilded with ease by it's golden, jewel-encrested hilt.
Personality
Nickoleye, known by his honorific N'ick, has always been the kind of person that is easy to get along with. Kind, joking and fun loving, one of his favorite passtimes is sitting quietly and writing poetry based on his surroundings and what he finds beautiful. He isn't one to pick a fight, but that doesn't mean he isn't willing to defend himself or others if need be. However, he will try to avoid violence through persuasive negotiations before relying on his fists. In truth, there is nothing that he hates, only things that he highly dislikes, unnecessary violence being one of them. But for the most part, he is fond off all people, creatures and things, especially dragons, of which he has loved since he was a boy. And Azrioth is at the top of his list, his trusted friend through thick and thin. He loves Azrioth, but when it comes to other humans, passion is something he has yet to experience.
History
His father, a former dragon rider, died as a result of battleing the Thread when he was still a baby. His mother knew that her baby boy would someday have to fight the same battle, but didn't want to subject him to the full brunt of things until he was old enough. She therefore took him and moved away from the dragon riders territory to a small farming community on the outskirts. She raised him to be kind and gentle to those who showed kindness, and defend against those who meant harm. Growing up a stable boy, Nickoleye was never told of the truth about his father, or what he was meant to be. But somehow, he always felt in his heart that his destiny lay in the skies as a dragon rider. He had seem them on several occasions, and always gazed in aww at the beauty of the magnificent creatures. Yes, somehow he knew that someday his life would be in the company of one of those great creatures. Life continued as usuall until Nickoleye was seventeen, when one day, a rider flew into the village. A woman with wild, long brown hair, riding a magnificent dragon. To his suprise, she had come to speak to his mother. Nickoleye took the woman to his mother, where she then introduced herself, and told her that she had come for the son of Victor. His Father. At first, Nickoleye had no idea what was going on. Surely this woman was crazy. But then, his mother began to tell him the truth, spilling a story she had kept secret for many years. She told him the whole story from start to finish, and when she was done, the rider then explained how dragon riders wanted the talent that flowed through his fathers blood which ran through his veins. She then left, saying she would return the next day for him. At first, Nickoleye was angry at his mother for withholding the truth from him for so long. But through his mother explanations, he eventually came to terms with his mothers reasoning and all was forgiven. That night, while packing what few thing he owned, his mother presented him with two special items; His fathers sword, which had followed him into many a battle in distant past, and the saphire pendant she had always worn around her neck. The next day, the rider returned to find Nickoleye waiting for her, and the two of them left together back to the dragonriders. Back to his true destiny.
Father
Victor (Former wingsecond){deceased}
Mother
Arribella
Siblings
None
Dragon Name
Azrioth
Color
Blue Topaz
Age
11
Personality
When it comes to personality, Azrioth is really a lot like N'ick, just a lot bigger. Mild tempered and soft spoken, he doesn't speak to anyone but N'ick unless absolutely nessesary, preferring to take in the sights and sounds of the surrounding world rather than interupt its natural order. Not to mention the fact that so many others, unlike N'ick, are often sporattic and senseless, with no order to their life or way whatsoever. And that is something he simply cannot stand. Like N'ick, he will attempt to sway an attack with logic before resorting to violence. But if need be, he is more than willing to fight and defend to the best of his natural ability. But for the most part, he enjoys living the quiet life, loving those moments of peacfull relaxation between himself and N'ick, and listening to his friend latest work of poetry. Even if it isn't always... that good....
Appearence
Azrioth is just as large, if not slightly larger, than a bronze, with a slightly wider wingspan. Much like N'ick, only some muscle can be seen buldging beneath his hide, but nothing more than what is needed. His hide in itself is a highly unusual, yet magnificent shade of blue topaz, almost white, yet tinted just enough to be blue. His eyes are often calm and mellow, taking in the world as it come and relishing in it natural beauty.
Crystal Caverns
Name
N'ick
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Straight
Rank
Wingsecond
Age
Solid 30
Appearence
He is of moderate height, standing a little over 6'2", and somewhat muscular. His hair is long to his shoulders, raggety and dirty blonde, falling lightly over his eyes. From behind the loks of his bangs, his eyes swirl gently like a pair of deep, saphire pools, nearly the same color as the gem pendant that hangs around his neck. He wears a thick, brown fur longcoat, hand made for him by a friend in his old village, that runs down to just above his ankles. Beneath this, the remainder of his clothing is typical handmade attire; a black undershirt and blue pants. Around his waiste is tied his fathers sword, the hilt of which usually peeks out from the flap of his coat. The sword itself is almost more like a work of art then a weapon. Nestled beneath the leather sheath, the sturdy, four foot blade is razor sharp, yet light enough to be weilded with ease by it's golden, jewel-encrested hilt.
Personality
Nickoleye, known by his honorific N'ick, has always been the kind of person that is easy to get along with. Kind, joking and fun loving, one of his favorite passtimes is sitting quietly and writing poetry based on his surroundings and what he finds beautiful. He isn't one to pick a fight, but that doesn't mean he isn't willing to defend himself or others if need be. However, he will try to avoid violence through persuasive negotiations before relying on his fists. In truth, there is nothing that he hates, only things that he highly dislikes, unnecessary violence being one of them. But for the most part, he is fond off all people, creatures and things, especially dragons, of which he has loved since he was a boy. And Azrioth is at the top of his list, his trusted friend through thick and thin. He loves Azrioth, but when it comes to other humans, passion is something he has yet to experience.
History
His father, a former dragon rider, died as a result of battleing the Thread when he was still a baby. His mother knew that her baby boy would someday have to fight the same battle, but didn't want to subject him to the full brunt of things until he was old enough. She therefore took him and moved away from the dragon riders territory to a small farming community on the outskirts. She raised him to be kind and gentle to those who showed kindness, and defend against those who meant harm. Growing up a stable boy, Nickoleye was never told of the truth about his father, or what he was meant to be. But somehow, he always felt in his heart that his destiny lay in the skies as a dragon rider. He had seem them on several occasions, and always gazed in aww at the beauty of the magnificent creatures. Yes, somehow he knew that someday his life would be in the company of one of those great creatures. Life continued as usuall until Nickoleye was seventeen, when one day, a rider flew into the village. A woman with wild, long brown hair, riding a magnificent dragon. To his suprise, she had come to speak to his mother. Nickoleye took the woman to his mother, where she then introduced herself, and told her that she had come for the son of Victor. His Father. At first, Nickoleye had no idea what was going on. Surely this woman was crazy. But then, his mother began to tell him the truth, spilling a story she had kept secret for many years. She told him the whole story from start to finish, and when she was done, the rider then explained how dragon riders wanted the talent that flowed through his fathers blood which ran through his veins. She then left, saying she would return the next day for him. At first, Nickoleye was angry at his mother for withholding the truth from him for so long. But through his mother explanations, he eventually came to terms with his mothers reasoning and all was forgiven. That night, while packing what few thing he owned, his mother presented him with two special items; His fathers sword, which had followed him into many a battle in distant past, and the saphire pendant she had always worn around her neck. The next day, the rider returned to find Nickoleye waiting for her, and the two of them left together back to the dragonriders. Back to his true destiny.
Father
Victor (Former wingsecond){deceased}
Mother
Arribella
Siblings
None
Dragon Name
Azrioth
Color
Blue Topaz
Age
11
Personality
When it comes to personality, Azrioth is really a lot like N'ick, just a lot bigger. Mild tempered and soft spoken, he doesn't speak to anyone but N'ick unless absolutely nessesary, preferring to take in the sights and sounds of the surrounding world rather than interupt its natural order. Not to mention the fact that so many others, unlike N'ick, are often sporattic and senseless, with no order to their life or way whatsoever. And that is something he simply cannot stand. Like N'ick, he will attempt to sway an attack with logic before resorting to violence. But if need be, he is more than willing to fight and defend to the best of his natural ability. But for the most part, he enjoys living the quiet life, loving those moments of peacfull relaxation between himself and N'ick, and listening to his friend latest work of poetry. Even if it isn't always... that good....
Appearence
Azrioth is just as large, if not slightly larger, than a bronze, with a slightly wider wingspan. Much like N'ick, only some muscle can be seen buldging beneath his hide, but nothing more than what is needed. His hide in itself is a highly unusual, yet magnificent shade of blue topaz, almost white, yet tinted just enough to be blue. His eyes are often calm and mellow, taking in the world as it come and relishing in it natural beauty.
