Post by Desert on Jan 22, 2009 20:50:59 GMT -5
Weyr: Solainoti
Name: Sh'kith
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight as a circle
Rank: Weyrlingmaster, Weyrling wingleader, Eruption Point wingrider.
Age: 35
Appearance:
Sh'kith is on the shorter side of the scale, with a wiry build. He is more muscular than many without being outrageously buff. He works out regularly, scaling Solainoti's climbing slopes to keep fit. He has a fast metabolism thanks to his muscles that lets him eat a lot without gaining much weight, but he can't be indolent for long or it will come back to haunt him.
He has a pleasantly good-looking face with a strong, square jaw complete with the scruffy beginnings of a beard. His hair is a shockingly pitch black with a faint sheen; it curls haphazardly around his head, and he keeps it cropped to ear-length.
Sh'kith's eyes are a jolly chocolate brown color; the base is a more honey-gold color, but veins of the darker brown radiate out from around his pupil and deepen the hue.
Personality:
Every day at least once a day, one would hear this from Solainoti's erstwhile Weyrlingmaster: CRASH "Ow! I'm okay!"
Sh'kith is a klutz. No one is sure why, but the man somehow finds something to trip over or fall into or send flying. He has cut, bruised or skinned almost every part of his body at least three times during his life. It seems inevitable.
Sh'kith is an easy-going personality, with seemingly endless patience and an unflappable nature. Why he got a chrome and not a dusk, no one can figure out. He is laid back and handles emergencies spectacularly. This was what made him the Weyrlingmaster.
He is surprisingly playful, and deep down is still a kid at heart. He is kind-hearted and gentle around the very young, rough-houses with the older youngsters, and is a stern disciplinarian with adolescents. If he had even an inkling of inclination to do so, he would make an excellent parent.
He is also spectacularly colorblind. The most problematic is red-green colorblindness: he could see something orange and say it was green. Red-blue colorblindness isn't as much of a problem, but he does have trouble telling pink from purple. Sometimes, Muuth has to help him get dressed in the morning. The chrome is a fan of more muted colors, cooler colors like navy, brown, gray and black. Of course, Sh'kith likes warmer greens and yellows, but he often relents due to his tendency to wear oddly clashing colors, since he can't tell one from another.
History:
A weyrbred lad from the beginning, Shimikithalen was brought up by foster carers in the Lower Caverns, since his parents were too busy as riders to raise him. Both of them, his father especially, truly wanted to care for their son, but he was brought into the world as the Riosian epidemic was first rearing its ugly head. Both riders were run ragged by the draconic demands for the addictive mineral.
The children of his generation were sheltered from the worst reality of this event, kept busy doing chores and out of sight when the dragons got particularly bad. Shimikithalen, showing an early aptitude for mediating disputes between his peers andbearing a wonderful singing voice, was at first sent off to the East Harper Hall. His parents were sad to see him go, but relieved that he could get away.
Once his voice broke, the lad had a wonderfully rich tenor voice, and quickly grew adept at singing. His klutzy, clumsy self was excluded from the delicate tasks of making and playing instruments, though he had a good sense of beat and would have made a fair percussionist. Singing was always where he excelled.
The Hall heard the news of Solainoti's deliverance from the addiction epidemic, and jovially decided to send a group of their best harpers to the Hatching of the first Riosian clutch. Being one of the best vocalists of his apprentice group, Shimikithalen was chosen to go with them to play at the Hatching. He was delighted to go, having sorely missed Weyr life.
So the harpers all took seats in the lower stands for the Hatching. There were murmurs of surprise when the first tempest broke shell, and anyone who had been old enough to be cognizant of the effects of the Riosian addiction despaired when the dragonets all started picking out their own Birthstones.
One particular chrome, once she had plucked an almost perfectly spherical chunk of Riosian, trundled right up to the stands, completely ignoring the candidates. She tilted her frilled head back and glared directly at Sh'kith. Why are you all the way up there, silly Mine? You should be down here! You can't feed me from where you are,
Sh'kith, predictably, fell over several times in his haste to get to Muuth. When she continued demanding why Hers had been perched up there like a silly flit, he explained through incredulous chuckles, "I didn't know you'd come for me, dearest."
The then Weyrlingmaster had despaired of how to get the klutzy new chromerider into the air without breaking his neck, but somehow Muuth and her rider managed to graduate without undue injury. As the pair matured and they got used to their new life, the old Weyrlingmaster saw Sh'kith's gift with the younger set. Once he deemed the pair were old enough, he took up the Weyrleader on the subject of his replacement. The tempestrider had been in the same Weyrling class as Sh'kith, and had known him as well from their weyrbrat days, and agreed that he was bound to be an apt teacher for the newly Impressed.
Sh'kith was dumbfounded when the old Weyrlingmaster came up to him to hand off his shoulder knots and give him the news. He tried his best to live up to the new responsibility, and after a while he settled into the job. He began to really enjoy it, and by the time the old Weyrlingmaster finally passed on, no one doubted that Sh'kith was meant for the job.
Father: Sh'dem of bronze Bakketh
Mother: Kiili of green Filith
Siblings: none
Pets: female dusk flitter Polariss
Dragon Name: Muuth
Dragon Color: chrome
Age: 20
Personality:
Muuth, unlike most chromes who as a whole seem to be not very bright, is actually quite clever. She is intelligent and cunning, and if it wasn't for her essentially lazy nature she would be a major troublemaker. As it is, she doesn't show very often how smart she is, so most take her to have an average IQ for a chrome.
She prefers to be in her own company or her rider's, for the most part. She has a soft spot for young dragons, which is the only reason she's been able to stand her rider being Weyrlingmaster. She, like Sh'kith, is a stern taskmistress and isn't beyond dealing out punishment when it is warranted. She hasn't had the need to actually lay a clutch, but if she did she would brood over it zealously, a gold in her own right when it comes to her eggs.
She is actually rather laid back for a chrome; perhaps the influence of her rider has mellowed her out. She still doesn't take kindly to being ordered about and has a quick temper at times, but she isn't as waspish as most of her color. She does cultivate the image of Weyrlingmaster from Hell for her charges, though. Sh'kith is the kind half of the equation, Muuth is the Drill Sergeant.
Appearance:
Muuth is on the larger end of the size scale for a chrome, being the size of a middling to large brown. She is stocky and lean like her rider, a powerhouse of muscle. Her wings are long and broad, almost ungangly, with expansive fins along her neck.
The base color of her hide is a darkish gray. The sail of her wings and neckfins are several shades lighter, as is a brindling pattern across her face and down her neck. Across her flanks and wingsail is a dappled pattern of blackish rosettes.
Other:
Muuth: 3B3B3B
Polariss: navy
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