Post by Desert on Jan 21, 2009 13:03:47 GMT -5
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Weyr: Crystal Cavern
Name: M'nal
Gender: male
Sexuality: hetero
Rank: bronzerider
Age: 36
Appearance:
More or less average in build, perhaps a few inches shorter than average. He can never seem to put on the same hard, wiry muscle most of his fellows do; he isn't scrawny, but he isn't muscular either.
His skin has the complexion that is pale, burns, then goes back to being pale. His face and arms are speckled with freckles. His hair is tightly curled and a rich, coppery auburn that's a few shades shy of flaming red, cropped just above his chin. When it's wet it clings to his head and makes him look rather ridiculous.
His eyes are a pretty solid hazel color, tinged more brown near the pupil and shading to greenish around the outside, with veins of green like marble.
Personality:
In five words or less, he's an arrogant sonuvabitch.
M'nal is the king of the world, he is going to be Weyrleader, it is his birthright, and there's nothing you can do about it.
The hubris is mind-blowing. M'nal doesn't think, he knows that he's the best there ever was and that no one before or after will be as great as he. It's a bloody wonder he hasn't been made Weyrleader before this, but come hell or high water he's going to be Weyrleader. You just watch.
He's ruthless, walking on anyone and everyone who gets in his way. The ends justify the means, and as long as he gets to where he wants to go it's all good.
But don't you dare even think of trying to slight M'nal or anything like that. Only the best for him.
M'nal is rather sexist. He thinks that all female riders are useless twits. He sees the need for queens, but he doesn't think their riders should have as much power as they do. M'nal is of the opinion that leading a Weyr is a man's job, and women should be in the Lower Caverns making him dinner. Barefoot and pregnant, as the saying went on old Earth.
He has a tendency to be rather indolent, preferring to send the drudges to do something rather than do it himself. The only tasks that he doesn't balk at are caring for Ingoreth. That is the one thing only he does, because no one else can care for his beloved bronze properly. The only reason M'nal goes without is for Ingoreth's sake. If M'nal is the king of the world, Ingoreth is above that.
History:
Menal and his sister were born at Tondrick Hold, to a pair of holders who were well set up within the hierarchy of holders. With their almost identical personalities, Menal and Brital were constantly antagonizing one another. They might as well have been twins, despite Menal's being a Turn older. This meant, of course, that they were each other's worst enemy.
Their parents had them fostered to other holders within Tondrick, since their bickering was enough to wear on even the most patient parent's nerves.
It was almost a relief to their parents and foster parents when they were Searched. They both Stood at Crystal Cavern Weyr for several years, though their bickering was kept to a minimum by the stern Weyrlingmaster.
As the fiesty young bronze broke shell and tumbled out, he gave an irritable squall. He snapped at one of the greens who'd come to investigate, sending the little creature away with a squeak. Menal chuckled at his temper, taking a wise step to the side when the bronze's impatient warpath took him charging through the boy's mob, leaving a few bad lacerations behind.
M'nalOwn, I am hungry and tired. You will feed me,[/color] Ingoreth hissed, mouthing at the lad's hand impatiently.
M'nal pulled his hand from Ingoreth's mouth and scratched the eye-ridge with a fond chuckle, leading the hatchling away. "Of course, of course, Ingoreth."
He sneered triumphantly at Brital, who was left Standing once more with no queen dragon. It had been an unspoken challenge; whoever got the dragon of their choice (a queen for Brital or a king for Menal) first won.
Father: Harlem
Mother: Bali
Siblings: sister Brital of wildfire Sayth
Pets: none
Dragon Name: Ingoreth
Dragon Color: bronze
Age: 20
Personality:
Ingoreth is very much like his rider, but not that ambitious.
He is the best bronze that ever was, just ask his Mine. Ingoreth is the shining example of perfection, all ye mortals had best bow to his greatness. He doesn't know why all the queens don't just drop into his claws.
His rider and he are a perfect match, and if one is dealt a blow to his ego the other nurses it back to health. That's the one thing that neither of them would do, something that would disadvantage the other. The bond between M'nal and Ingoreth is abnormally strong, even for dragon and rider.
He isn't too taken with all these mutants, especially the kingrank ones. These pathetic excuses for dragons, who needs a king who's half as big again as a gold? Damn fools, the lot of them. Ingoreth and His are more pro-canon than most. They aren't above chasing a mutant queen if they feel like it, though. One womb is as good as another when he has the itch, because all females whether they're egg-layers or not are useless idiots.
Appearance:
His hide is a dull, light, almost goldenrod color. He has streaks of a darker bronze, near mahogany, around his eyes, wingsail, talons, and the tip of his tail. His belly and throat are tinged a similar color, but less red; almost straight brown.
He's slightly taller than your average bronze and leaner, with lankier legs, tail and neck. His wings follow suit and are long and thin; he's an endurance flier, though he can't zip around nor turn on a dime like smaller dragons can.
He was a distinctive weblike pattern of thin scars on his muzzle, a few of the expected spot-scars on his wingsail from Threadscore, and a nasty place near the base of his tail that was hit solidly by a tangle of Thread.
Other:
Ingoreth: A67D3D
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Weyr: Crystal Cavern
Name: M'nal
Gender: male
Sexuality: hetero
Rank: bronzerider
Age: 36
Appearance:
More or less average in build, perhaps a few inches shorter than average. He can never seem to put on the same hard, wiry muscle most of his fellows do; he isn't scrawny, but he isn't muscular either.
His skin has the complexion that is pale, burns, then goes back to being pale. His face and arms are speckled with freckles. His hair is tightly curled and a rich, coppery auburn that's a few shades shy of flaming red, cropped just above his chin. When it's wet it clings to his head and makes him look rather ridiculous.
His eyes are a pretty solid hazel color, tinged more brown near the pupil and shading to greenish around the outside, with veins of green like marble.
Personality:
In five words or less, he's an arrogant sonuvabitch.
M'nal is the king of the world, he is going to be Weyrleader, it is his birthright, and there's nothing you can do about it.
The hubris is mind-blowing. M'nal doesn't think, he knows that he's the best there ever was and that no one before or after will be as great as he. It's a bloody wonder he hasn't been made Weyrleader before this, but come hell or high water he's going to be Weyrleader. You just watch.
He's ruthless, walking on anyone and everyone who gets in his way. The ends justify the means, and as long as he gets to where he wants to go it's all good.
But don't you dare even think of trying to slight M'nal or anything like that. Only the best for him.
M'nal is rather sexist. He thinks that all female riders are useless twits. He sees the need for queens, but he doesn't think their riders should have as much power as they do. M'nal is of the opinion that leading a Weyr is a man's job, and women should be in the Lower Caverns making him dinner. Barefoot and pregnant, as the saying went on old Earth.
He has a tendency to be rather indolent, preferring to send the drudges to do something rather than do it himself. The only tasks that he doesn't balk at are caring for Ingoreth. That is the one thing only he does, because no one else can care for his beloved bronze properly. The only reason M'nal goes without is for Ingoreth's sake. If M'nal is the king of the world, Ingoreth is above that.
History:
Menal and his sister were born at Tondrick Hold, to a pair of holders who were well set up within the hierarchy of holders. With their almost identical personalities, Menal and Brital were constantly antagonizing one another. They might as well have been twins, despite Menal's being a Turn older. This meant, of course, that they were each other's worst enemy.
Their parents had them fostered to other holders within Tondrick, since their bickering was enough to wear on even the most patient parent's nerves.
It was almost a relief to their parents and foster parents when they were Searched. They both Stood at Crystal Cavern Weyr for several years, though their bickering was kept to a minimum by the stern Weyrlingmaster.
As the fiesty young bronze broke shell and tumbled out, he gave an irritable squall. He snapped at one of the greens who'd come to investigate, sending the little creature away with a squeak. Menal chuckled at his temper, taking a wise step to the side when the bronze's impatient warpath took him charging through the boy's mob, leaving a few bad lacerations behind.
M'nalOwn, I am hungry and tired. You will feed me,
M'nal pulled his hand from Ingoreth's mouth and scratched the eye-ridge with a fond chuckle, leading the hatchling away. "Of course, of course, Ingoreth."
He sneered triumphantly at Brital, who was left Standing once more with no queen dragon. It had been an unspoken challenge; whoever got the dragon of their choice (a queen for Brital or a king for Menal) first won.
Father: Harlem
Mother: Bali
Siblings: sister Brital of wildfire Sayth
Pets: none
Dragon Name: Ingoreth
Dragon Color: bronze
Age: 20
Personality:
Ingoreth is very much like his rider, but not that ambitious.
He is the best bronze that ever was, just ask his Mine. Ingoreth is the shining example of perfection, all ye mortals had best bow to his greatness. He doesn't know why all the queens don't just drop into his claws.
His rider and he are a perfect match, and if one is dealt a blow to his ego the other nurses it back to health. That's the one thing that neither of them would do, something that would disadvantage the other. The bond between M'nal and Ingoreth is abnormally strong, even for dragon and rider.
He isn't too taken with all these mutants, especially the kingrank ones. These pathetic excuses for dragons, who needs a king who's half as big again as a gold? Damn fools, the lot of them. Ingoreth and His are more pro-canon than most. They aren't above chasing a mutant queen if they feel like it, though. One womb is as good as another when he has the itch, because all females whether they're egg-layers or not are useless idiots.
Appearance:
His hide is a dull, light, almost goldenrod color. He has streaks of a darker bronze, near mahogany, around his eyes, wingsail, talons, and the tip of his tail. His belly and throat are tinged a similar color, but less red; almost straight brown.
He's slightly taller than your average bronze and leaner, with lankier legs, tail and neck. His wings follow suit and are long and thin; he's an endurance flier, though he can't zip around nor turn on a dime like smaller dragons can.
He was a distinctive weblike pattern of thin scars on his muzzle, a few of the expected spot-scars on his wingsail from Threadscore, and a nasty place near the base of his tail that was hit solidly by a tangle of Thread.
Other:
Ingoreth: A67D3D
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