Post by Lyrikitty on Jan 22, 2009 13:31:38 GMT -5
Weyr: Solainoti Weyr
Name: Y'shayn
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, leaning to homosexual
Rank: Wingrider, Sooted Souls
Age: 25 turns
Appearance: Y'shayn is a frail looking man, reeedy as some might say, and he doesn't mind too badly. His hair is sheared to a manageable length, hanging in tangled lockes just past his ears. His hair is a strange color, hints of red undeniable though the dark brown, as is with all his family, the red an almost foxy shade, the brown a deep, rich color, close to black but not quite there, off by perhaps no more than a single shade, or two at the most. Forever the tresses are in a tangle, no matter how often he tries to tame his wild hair he fails miserably, if given the chance to grow long his mane would turn into a wild mess that stood out from his head at all angles, and he'd look utterly ridiculous, a fact which could never be tolerated by Y'shayn at any cost.
His eyes are a pale, steely shade, blue tinted, but not enough to really qualify as blue. The inner rim, near the pupil, is flecked with an almost red shade of brown, and the outer rim is tinged with a pale green of sorts. But it is the base color that is truely interesting, truely mesmerizing. The gray is pale, light, liquid, coated with only the faintest trace of a light blue, making his eyes look like pools over water, crystal clear, so that you could see the very bottom, shimmering, deep below. There are rarely a multitude of emotions reflecting in them, but rather a sense of compassion and understanding, the sort of eyes that are easy to trust, and make other want to spill their hearts out for no real reason at all.
His skin is darkly tanned, more than even the olive tones of many people who enjoy the sun at every chance they can get. Unlike his sister Misha he has no scars, though he bears an odd birthmark on his left hand, a long, thin curving line that looks like a crescent moon.
Sharp features, the sort that might have belonged to a marble staue of a Greek God on old Terran, a strong, well defined jaw, heavy, pensive brows that swoop over his eyes in an endless expression of deep concentration. His entire face is often like that, making him appear to be endlessly thinking on some important matter, or a hard question that has no answer. The truth of the matter is that he really isn't, and he often doesn't even know he looks so pensive until someone asks what's on his mind.
His build is, as said before, reedy. His legs and arms eternally too long for his body, leaving him with the gangly look only adolescence could have provided. His shoulders are narrow, as is his chest and waist. His muscles are, in all appearance, practically non-existent. That mch is not true, however, or the little muscle he does have is strong, the muscle of a rider, and he can toss sacks of firestone with some of the best of them, and seems to have no trouble mounting his dragon or preforming any duty asked of him.
His attire is always stately, nothing overly flashy or gaudy, but he gives any clothing that doesn't at the very least hint at class or money a wide birth. He wants to be looked at, and he wants people to respect what they see, despite his youthful build. There are few colors he finds that he cannot wear, and make look good, but he tends to lean more towards richs reds, blues, greens, and golds, with the occasional faun thrown in for good measure, or a mustard as well. He looks good in black, but rarely wears it, as the color is so overused, and he likes to stand out a bit. Y'shayn has a natural flare for colors, and though some things may not, at first thought, seem to go together, once he's paired them you wonder how you could have ever doubted it. He is never seen without a particular bit of jewelry on, a necklace made of shells found on various beaches throughout Pern, given to him by Misha when he Impressed. Most of the shells are pale, a pearly white color, though a few towards the center are slightly darker, one even black and glossy, though the rest are generally just splashed with pastel colors, reds and blues for the majority, with a few yellows and a couple of greens and purples.
Y'shayn is one of those people who simple exude an air of mingled confidence and ease. People naturally want to look to him, and he could easily make a fine wingleader if ever the need arose, mingled with a knack for being able to calm a mob with little more than his presence.
Personality: Y'shayn is about as laid back as they come. Nothing in the world seems to bother him, and few things can leave him flustered. This comes not from some profound experience, some deep understanding of the world around him, having traveled far and wide and seen all there is to see, but it is simply who he is.
Though he is easily tempted to indolunce by the offer of a day full of absolutely nothing, opportunities of such are kept to a minimum, he has a reasonable work ethic, perhaps not so much as a Bluerider might, but he does not shirk his duties for any reason. If anything he is a perfectionist about what he does, refusing to stop until everything is just so. He never takes on more than he can handle though, and rarely will volunteer, instead he must be assigned to his duties or he'd likely never do them.
Seemingly at odds with the rest of his temperment, Y'shayn is extremely proud, enough that many would consider it nearly sinful. If for some reason you wanted to see this generally peaceful man turn ill-tempered quick, all that is needed is a good blow to his pride, or a low insult to one of his sisters. The pride is a family trait it would seem, for like the eye color, hair color, and skin color, the pride is seen in every one of the siblings, though in Miyyan the pride it most noticable. Y'shayn, being the oldest, sees itas his responsibility to try and protect his younger sisters, and anytime he hears them insulted his temper goes through the roof, and Faranth help whoever he's mad at.
Speaking of his sisters, Y'shayn is very close to the two girls, especially little Misha, for she's the youngest and not yet Impressed to a dragon. While he and Miyyan are close, it is nothing to the bond he and Misha share, and it is often seen around the Weyr for the girl to be following Y'shayn around, helping him, and the rider teaching her how to do cetain things around the Weyr, how to tie a knot just so, or how to bathe a dragon, clean the saddles.
The bond he has with Misha is one of quiet understanding. Y'shayn makes sure that she knows he is there for her, no matter what, and knows he can trust her with nearly anything, but they are not seen together so often, occasionally they'll eat together, or go for a swim, but other than that it is little more than a hello in passing through the halls of the Weyr.
Like Cailiaseyth he is thoughtful, though not so much as his expression might hint. He often ponders small things, while lounging in some comfortable place or other, with his Dusk at his side. Rarely does he trouble himself with serious matters of the mind, for he finds more often than not they are depressing and unpleasent, ruining any good mood he might have had and leaving him bitter for the day. Instead he and Cailiaseyth will both spend hours pondering over some trivial question or other, that serves no purpose, but is amusing in it's own way, bouncing their ideas off eacother and laghing at how foolish they both can be.
History:
Father:
Mother:
Siblings: Misha, Miyyan
Pets:
Dragon Name: Cailiaseyth
Dragon Color: Dusk (male)
Age: 10 turns
Personality: Like any Dusk that is true to it's color, Cailiaseyth is sedate, laid back. He leans to indolence, heavily, and given any chance at all the Dusk will gladly sleep away an entire day.
He does not have the same deep pride that Y'shayn has, and to get through his thick hide to land any insult is nearly impossible, as the Dusk will generally take it all in good nature and shrug it off, or even indulge in a rumble of amusementat the attempts.
Appearance: Cailiaseyth is a striking creature, and he knows it. The base color for his hide is a dark blue, not so dark as navy, but close. His belly, the underside of his neck and tail, and the insides of his sturdy legs are a swirl of different hues, the pastel purples and reds and greens that are seen right along the line of the horizon, just before all light is gone for the day and night truely rules. His neckridges are the darkest of blues, so very close to black, a mirror image of the dark hues that stain the sky as night waves her cold flag above. That dark color extends down along his spine, slowly lightening to the base color blue. Along his spine in a haphazard trail are tiny specks of silvery white, so small tha at a distance most cannot see them, and it only looks like the hide is lighter there, but up close it looks like countless stars emerging fresh for the early night, dazzling and brilliant all the same. The tops of his wings are perhaps the most stunning part of his, beaten only when one looks at both side of his wings at the same time. The topside is the same dark shade that traces along Cailiaseyth's ridges, and over them is a star-scene of immense proportions. It almost looks as though a dozen galaxies have been strewn over his span, wheeling and curving over the filmy membrane, and when spread wide for the sunlight to strike the inside of his wings, thespecks seem to glow and shimmer, as if they were real stars and not just a magnificent coloration. The inside of his wings are nearly as attractive, for they show a different sort of coloration, the membrane nearest the wingarm and body is the darkest blue, that filters out to a pale shade, and at the very tips becomes the swirl of colors seen on his underside, as if his wings had captured the very essence of a sunset on their canvas.
The dusk settles on the large size, right at the border, and proudly so. His wings are on the long side, and wide, while not nearly so ridiculous looking as a Magma or a Solar, they are still notably large, which while making him terribly akward on the ground lend the Dusk speed and stamina in the air. His legs are stocky and powerful, leading to muscled haunches and a toned frame.
He does not walk with any arrogance, but a calm, languid movement that suggests a beast whom ight rather sleep much of the tiresome day away, or lounge by the water's edge and watch the sunlight sparkle on the blue depths. Everything about Cailiaseyth's manner screams a sort of peace that is infectious, just as a smile can be, so spending time with this Dusk tends to make many others feel soothed, relaxed, as if the world could explode, and they'd not care a bit.
Other:
Name: Y'shayn
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, leaning to homosexual
Rank: Wingrider, Sooted Souls
Age: 25 turns
Appearance: Y'shayn is a frail looking man, reeedy as some might say, and he doesn't mind too badly. His hair is sheared to a manageable length, hanging in tangled lockes just past his ears. His hair is a strange color, hints of red undeniable though the dark brown, as is with all his family, the red an almost foxy shade, the brown a deep, rich color, close to black but not quite there, off by perhaps no more than a single shade, or two at the most. Forever the tresses are in a tangle, no matter how often he tries to tame his wild hair he fails miserably, if given the chance to grow long his mane would turn into a wild mess that stood out from his head at all angles, and he'd look utterly ridiculous, a fact which could never be tolerated by Y'shayn at any cost.
His eyes are a pale, steely shade, blue tinted, but not enough to really qualify as blue. The inner rim, near the pupil, is flecked with an almost red shade of brown, and the outer rim is tinged with a pale green of sorts. But it is the base color that is truely interesting, truely mesmerizing. The gray is pale, light, liquid, coated with only the faintest trace of a light blue, making his eyes look like pools over water, crystal clear, so that you could see the very bottom, shimmering, deep below. There are rarely a multitude of emotions reflecting in them, but rather a sense of compassion and understanding, the sort of eyes that are easy to trust, and make other want to spill their hearts out for no real reason at all.
His skin is darkly tanned, more than even the olive tones of many people who enjoy the sun at every chance they can get. Unlike his sister Misha he has no scars, though he bears an odd birthmark on his left hand, a long, thin curving line that looks like a crescent moon.
Sharp features, the sort that might have belonged to a marble staue of a Greek God on old Terran, a strong, well defined jaw, heavy, pensive brows that swoop over his eyes in an endless expression of deep concentration. His entire face is often like that, making him appear to be endlessly thinking on some important matter, or a hard question that has no answer. The truth of the matter is that he really isn't, and he often doesn't even know he looks so pensive until someone asks what's on his mind.
His build is, as said before, reedy. His legs and arms eternally too long for his body, leaving him with the gangly look only adolescence could have provided. His shoulders are narrow, as is his chest and waist. His muscles are, in all appearance, practically non-existent. That mch is not true, however, or the little muscle he does have is strong, the muscle of a rider, and he can toss sacks of firestone with some of the best of them, and seems to have no trouble mounting his dragon or preforming any duty asked of him.
His attire is always stately, nothing overly flashy or gaudy, but he gives any clothing that doesn't at the very least hint at class or money a wide birth. He wants to be looked at, and he wants people to respect what they see, despite his youthful build. There are few colors he finds that he cannot wear, and make look good, but he tends to lean more towards richs reds, blues, greens, and golds, with the occasional faun thrown in for good measure, or a mustard as well. He looks good in black, but rarely wears it, as the color is so overused, and he likes to stand out a bit. Y'shayn has a natural flare for colors, and though some things may not, at first thought, seem to go together, once he's paired them you wonder how you could have ever doubted it. He is never seen without a particular bit of jewelry on, a necklace made of shells found on various beaches throughout Pern, given to him by Misha when he Impressed. Most of the shells are pale, a pearly white color, though a few towards the center are slightly darker, one even black and glossy, though the rest are generally just splashed with pastel colors, reds and blues for the majority, with a few yellows and a couple of greens and purples.
Y'shayn is one of those people who simple exude an air of mingled confidence and ease. People naturally want to look to him, and he could easily make a fine wingleader if ever the need arose, mingled with a knack for being able to calm a mob with little more than his presence.
Personality: Y'shayn is about as laid back as they come. Nothing in the world seems to bother him, and few things can leave him flustered. This comes not from some profound experience, some deep understanding of the world around him, having traveled far and wide and seen all there is to see, but it is simply who he is.
Though he is easily tempted to indolunce by the offer of a day full of absolutely nothing, opportunities of such are kept to a minimum, he has a reasonable work ethic, perhaps not so much as a Bluerider might, but he does not shirk his duties for any reason. If anything he is a perfectionist about what he does, refusing to stop until everything is just so. He never takes on more than he can handle though, and rarely will volunteer, instead he must be assigned to his duties or he'd likely never do them.
Seemingly at odds with the rest of his temperment, Y'shayn is extremely proud, enough that many would consider it nearly sinful. If for some reason you wanted to see this generally peaceful man turn ill-tempered quick, all that is needed is a good blow to his pride, or a low insult to one of his sisters. The pride is a family trait it would seem, for like the eye color, hair color, and skin color, the pride is seen in every one of the siblings, though in Miyyan the pride it most noticable. Y'shayn, being the oldest, sees itas his responsibility to try and protect his younger sisters, and anytime he hears them insulted his temper goes through the roof, and Faranth help whoever he's mad at.
Speaking of his sisters, Y'shayn is very close to the two girls, especially little Misha, for she's the youngest and not yet Impressed to a dragon. While he and Miyyan are close, it is nothing to the bond he and Misha share, and it is often seen around the Weyr for the girl to be following Y'shayn around, helping him, and the rider teaching her how to do cetain things around the Weyr, how to tie a knot just so, or how to bathe a dragon, clean the saddles.
The bond he has with Misha is one of quiet understanding. Y'shayn makes sure that she knows he is there for her, no matter what, and knows he can trust her with nearly anything, but they are not seen together so often, occasionally they'll eat together, or go for a swim, but other than that it is little more than a hello in passing through the halls of the Weyr.
Like Cailiaseyth he is thoughtful, though not so much as his expression might hint. He often ponders small things, while lounging in some comfortable place or other, with his Dusk at his side. Rarely does he trouble himself with serious matters of the mind, for he finds more often than not they are depressing and unpleasent, ruining any good mood he might have had and leaving him bitter for the day. Instead he and Cailiaseyth will both spend hours pondering over some trivial question or other, that serves no purpose, but is amusing in it's own way, bouncing their ideas off eacother and laghing at how foolish they both can be.
History:
Father:
Mother:
Siblings: Misha, Miyyan
Pets:
Dragon Name: Cailiaseyth
Dragon Color: Dusk (male)
Age: 10 turns
Personality: Like any Dusk that is true to it's color, Cailiaseyth is sedate, laid back. He leans to indolence, heavily, and given any chance at all the Dusk will gladly sleep away an entire day.
He does not have the same deep pride that Y'shayn has, and to get through his thick hide to land any insult is nearly impossible, as the Dusk will generally take it all in good nature and shrug it off, or even indulge in a rumble of amusementat the attempts.
Appearance: Cailiaseyth is a striking creature, and he knows it. The base color for his hide is a dark blue, not so dark as navy, but close. His belly, the underside of his neck and tail, and the insides of his sturdy legs are a swirl of different hues, the pastel purples and reds and greens that are seen right along the line of the horizon, just before all light is gone for the day and night truely rules. His neckridges are the darkest of blues, so very close to black, a mirror image of the dark hues that stain the sky as night waves her cold flag above. That dark color extends down along his spine, slowly lightening to the base color blue. Along his spine in a haphazard trail are tiny specks of silvery white, so small tha at a distance most cannot see them, and it only looks like the hide is lighter there, but up close it looks like countless stars emerging fresh for the early night, dazzling and brilliant all the same. The tops of his wings are perhaps the most stunning part of his, beaten only when one looks at both side of his wings at the same time. The topside is the same dark shade that traces along Cailiaseyth's ridges, and over them is a star-scene of immense proportions. It almost looks as though a dozen galaxies have been strewn over his span, wheeling and curving over the filmy membrane, and when spread wide for the sunlight to strike the inside of his wings, thespecks seem to glow and shimmer, as if they were real stars and not just a magnificent coloration. The inside of his wings are nearly as attractive, for they show a different sort of coloration, the membrane nearest the wingarm and body is the darkest blue, that filters out to a pale shade, and at the very tips becomes the swirl of colors seen on his underside, as if his wings had captured the very essence of a sunset on their canvas.
The dusk settles on the large size, right at the border, and proudly so. His wings are on the long side, and wide, while not nearly so ridiculous looking as a Magma or a Solar, they are still notably large, which while making him terribly akward on the ground lend the Dusk speed and stamina in the air. His legs are stocky and powerful, leading to muscled haunches and a toned frame.
He does not walk with any arrogance, but a calm, languid movement that suggests a beast whom ight rather sleep much of the tiresome day away, or lounge by the water's edge and watch the sunlight sparkle on the blue depths. Everything about Cailiaseyth's manner screams a sort of peace that is infectious, just as a smile can be, so spending time with this Dusk tends to make many others feel soothed, relaxed, as if the world could explode, and they'd not care a bit.
Other: