Post by K'roi-A'den-Devyn on Mar 9, 2004 14:01:01 GMT -5
Name: K'roi
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Position: Rider
Dragon's Color/Preference: Bronze
Dragon's Name/Preference: Gareth
Character's Looks: Standing at a good 5' 11", K'roi is average sized at best, his body long and lean, though even at the age of 21, he still had some of his boyhood gangliness that will probably never go away. His looks, however, are far from average. His eyes are normally the first thing noticed, simply because of the fact that his left eye is crystalline emerald, while the right is a bright, clear aquamarine blue. Once people get past what is sometimes initial shock, he tends to get compliments for the depth of his eyes.
His hair is not all that different, though the color tends to attract attention. Thick, and rather straight, it comes to his shoulders, and the bright red hue sets off his somewhat pale complexion despite his abundant time outside, not to mention on the wing. It tends to fall in his eyes, so he keeps it bound with a strip of wher hide at the back of his neck, the longer bangs falling about his face and framing his aristocratic features with the burnished red locks. His riding leathers are dyed a dark gray, making him stand out like a beacon against the bronze hues of Gareth's smoothly scaled hide, almost giving him his own incoming signal to those on the ground.
Character's Personality: A fun loving type of person, K'roi is one to take chances that are best left alone. Often called brash by some of the older riders, he nevertheless is a person one can easily like. Happy, easy to smile and easier to laugh, he yet possesses a seriousness and level headedness that can be called upon in any situation, which has given him the respect of many said older riders. Upbeat, and charismatic, there are few things that can upset him, yet when upset, he is quick to anger and quicker to act.
Character's History: Born in a remote southern Hold devoid of most rider activity, K'roi, then known as Kuroi, held no real desire to be a dragon rider. His father was the chief Herd's man, and his mother a quite talented seamstress. He was going to take over for his father, as most young men did when they came of the right age, but the images of dragons did not draw him as it did many other young lads and girls. Sure, one saw the dragons flaming at the cursed thing that was thread flying overhead, but in the 13 years he lived there, a grand total of six rider visits were the only real face to face dragon activity. That is, until the rider S'lain on his brown Lorenth backwinged onto the small landing field on Search. Three youths were choosen, K'roi among them, and they were transported to the Silver Cove Weyr. That's when the thirteen year old's life changed, not immediatly for the better it might be added.
He was forced to sit through three rather heart wrenching impressions before he was Chosen by Gareth at the age of 16. Then, and only then, did the reality of being a rider suddenly become actual and full sized to him in the shape of the large bronze hatchling clinging to the leggings of his candidate robes and projecting thoughts of hunger and vivid swirls of color emotion into his mind.
From then on, he devoted himself to his dragon, and to the Weyr. It is now five years later, and he is riding the warm southern skies and the icy space of Between with equal ease, working with the other riders of varying ages and running letters, packages, and passengers. His aspirations have grown, and he now hopes that his as of yet unmated Gareth will fly with the other bronzes when the queen next rises.
RP Sample:
As a boy that seemed older than most of the other candidates which were now filing in to assure a ranged choice for the hatchlings, Kuroi stood back from the general group, shifting from foot to foot on the hot sands. The sandals and white garments given to candidates almost didn't serve to alleviate the uncomfort of the hatching arena. Long reddish hair tended to hide his eyes when not pulled back as it was now, but his vibrant green and blue eyes were bright and watching the rocking eggs with avid interest. This would be his fourth failed hatching if he did not manage to impress. Only another couple of years, and he'd be too old to qualify as a candidate. The thrumming of the dragons assembling rumbled through him, by now a familiar yet cherished occurrence.
Now, as he found himself again in the line of candidates that circled the hatching eggs, Kuroi's first semi excited thoughts were replaced with the worry that had been birthed and nurtured by each failed attempt to impress. Glancing around, the mix of emerald and sapphire eyes were suddenly drawn back by the loud cracking that accompanied the first hatchling's initial sojourn into the world.
With drawn breath, he waited, as he had waited.
The first egg, one located on the outer rim of the circle of eggs, rocked for a moment more, then cracked fully open, and a thin, keening cry rose into the air, the thrumming of the dragons intensifying, if that was even possible. A little blue hatchling tumbled from the egg, and onto the sands, keening again, and already searching for the match to it's soul among the candidates, its eye swirling in a myriad of colors.
Overhead, adding their own tribute to the various dragons' thrumming, someone's firelizards keened in their own little singsong voices as the first egg broke, revealing the small hatchling. Kreeling, it staggered outwards, stopping as if unsure of where to go. While its hesitation was so prominent, another two eggs began rocking, one of them bursting to reveal a large brown, the other a mottled green. Though the skin tones were not as of yet bright, they would grow into their darker colors all too soon. Small wings flapping wetly, they both moved forward, keening again. Both the blue and new green staggered towards the female half circle, now out of the assorted boys' chances of impression.
Despite being somewhat distracted by the brown only a few paces away, Kuroi glanced over to the eggs as another hatchling burst forth, another beautiful little green. When he looked back to the brown, it was with a bit of a sinking feeling that he saw the hatchling had already chosen its partner among the assembled boys.
He did not loose hope however, as there were quite a few eggs yet to hatch. Surely the chances were high for impression.
With three dragons impressed, and one moving towards the line, two more eggs decided at that time to let their occupants out. A large, mottled egg let loose a bronze a bit bigger than the first brown with a crack, and it was followed shortly by the appearance of another blue, larger than the first.
With a muted keen, the bronze made its way over to the assembled boys, while the blue moved towards the girls.
The small bronze stumbled through the line of male candidates as he reached it, startling many of the boys into moving away from him. Searching about with swirling eyes, he then stepped confidently over to the bewildered Kuroi. Almost fearing the hatchling wanted to pass, Kuroi made to move to the side when a voice blossomed in his head.
~I have found you, Kuroimine. I am your Gareth~ The bronze dragonling projected into the boy's mind, along with a soothing multitude of colors and feelings, for he could feel that his weyr mate was upset, and somewhat afraid of him. The bronze hued hatchling pressed up against him in a comforting way, and Kuroi almost forgot what to do before the hatchling gently reminded him. ~Hungry..~
Going to his knees before the little bronze, Kuroi, now officially K'roi starred wonderingly into his dragon's swirling eyes, a new world of colored emotions flooding his mind. "Gareth...as I am yours, so too you are mine..." He whispered, a smile on his face. His hand went up, moving across the little bronze's eye ridges for a moment before getting up to lead the large hatchling to the feeding tables off to the side.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Position: Rider
Dragon's Color/Preference: Bronze
Dragon's Name/Preference: Gareth
Character's Looks: Standing at a good 5' 11", K'roi is average sized at best, his body long and lean, though even at the age of 21, he still had some of his boyhood gangliness that will probably never go away. His looks, however, are far from average. His eyes are normally the first thing noticed, simply because of the fact that his left eye is crystalline emerald, while the right is a bright, clear aquamarine blue. Once people get past what is sometimes initial shock, he tends to get compliments for the depth of his eyes.
His hair is not all that different, though the color tends to attract attention. Thick, and rather straight, it comes to his shoulders, and the bright red hue sets off his somewhat pale complexion despite his abundant time outside, not to mention on the wing. It tends to fall in his eyes, so he keeps it bound with a strip of wher hide at the back of his neck, the longer bangs falling about his face and framing his aristocratic features with the burnished red locks. His riding leathers are dyed a dark gray, making him stand out like a beacon against the bronze hues of Gareth's smoothly scaled hide, almost giving him his own incoming signal to those on the ground.
Character's Personality: A fun loving type of person, K'roi is one to take chances that are best left alone. Often called brash by some of the older riders, he nevertheless is a person one can easily like. Happy, easy to smile and easier to laugh, he yet possesses a seriousness and level headedness that can be called upon in any situation, which has given him the respect of many said older riders. Upbeat, and charismatic, there are few things that can upset him, yet when upset, he is quick to anger and quicker to act.
Character's History: Born in a remote southern Hold devoid of most rider activity, K'roi, then known as Kuroi, held no real desire to be a dragon rider. His father was the chief Herd's man, and his mother a quite talented seamstress. He was going to take over for his father, as most young men did when they came of the right age, but the images of dragons did not draw him as it did many other young lads and girls. Sure, one saw the dragons flaming at the cursed thing that was thread flying overhead, but in the 13 years he lived there, a grand total of six rider visits were the only real face to face dragon activity. That is, until the rider S'lain on his brown Lorenth backwinged onto the small landing field on Search. Three youths were choosen, K'roi among them, and they were transported to the Silver Cove Weyr. That's when the thirteen year old's life changed, not immediatly for the better it might be added.
He was forced to sit through three rather heart wrenching impressions before he was Chosen by Gareth at the age of 16. Then, and only then, did the reality of being a rider suddenly become actual and full sized to him in the shape of the large bronze hatchling clinging to the leggings of his candidate robes and projecting thoughts of hunger and vivid swirls of color emotion into his mind.
From then on, he devoted himself to his dragon, and to the Weyr. It is now five years later, and he is riding the warm southern skies and the icy space of Between with equal ease, working with the other riders of varying ages and running letters, packages, and passengers. His aspirations have grown, and he now hopes that his as of yet unmated Gareth will fly with the other bronzes when the queen next rises.
RP Sample:
As a boy that seemed older than most of the other candidates which were now filing in to assure a ranged choice for the hatchlings, Kuroi stood back from the general group, shifting from foot to foot on the hot sands. The sandals and white garments given to candidates almost didn't serve to alleviate the uncomfort of the hatching arena. Long reddish hair tended to hide his eyes when not pulled back as it was now, but his vibrant green and blue eyes were bright and watching the rocking eggs with avid interest. This would be his fourth failed hatching if he did not manage to impress. Only another couple of years, and he'd be too old to qualify as a candidate. The thrumming of the dragons assembling rumbled through him, by now a familiar yet cherished occurrence.
Now, as he found himself again in the line of candidates that circled the hatching eggs, Kuroi's first semi excited thoughts were replaced with the worry that had been birthed and nurtured by each failed attempt to impress. Glancing around, the mix of emerald and sapphire eyes were suddenly drawn back by the loud cracking that accompanied the first hatchling's initial sojourn into the world.
With drawn breath, he waited, as he had waited.
The first egg, one located on the outer rim of the circle of eggs, rocked for a moment more, then cracked fully open, and a thin, keening cry rose into the air, the thrumming of the dragons intensifying, if that was even possible. A little blue hatchling tumbled from the egg, and onto the sands, keening again, and already searching for the match to it's soul among the candidates, its eye swirling in a myriad of colors.
Overhead, adding their own tribute to the various dragons' thrumming, someone's firelizards keened in their own little singsong voices as the first egg broke, revealing the small hatchling. Kreeling, it staggered outwards, stopping as if unsure of where to go. While its hesitation was so prominent, another two eggs began rocking, one of them bursting to reveal a large brown, the other a mottled green. Though the skin tones were not as of yet bright, they would grow into their darker colors all too soon. Small wings flapping wetly, they both moved forward, keening again. Both the blue and new green staggered towards the female half circle, now out of the assorted boys' chances of impression.
Despite being somewhat distracted by the brown only a few paces away, Kuroi glanced over to the eggs as another hatchling burst forth, another beautiful little green. When he looked back to the brown, it was with a bit of a sinking feeling that he saw the hatchling had already chosen its partner among the assembled boys.
He did not loose hope however, as there were quite a few eggs yet to hatch. Surely the chances were high for impression.
With three dragons impressed, and one moving towards the line, two more eggs decided at that time to let their occupants out. A large, mottled egg let loose a bronze a bit bigger than the first brown with a crack, and it was followed shortly by the appearance of another blue, larger than the first.
With a muted keen, the bronze made its way over to the assembled boys, while the blue moved towards the girls.
The small bronze stumbled through the line of male candidates as he reached it, startling many of the boys into moving away from him. Searching about with swirling eyes, he then stepped confidently over to the bewildered Kuroi. Almost fearing the hatchling wanted to pass, Kuroi made to move to the side when a voice blossomed in his head.
~I have found you, Kuroimine. I am your Gareth~ The bronze dragonling projected into the boy's mind, along with a soothing multitude of colors and feelings, for he could feel that his weyr mate was upset, and somewhat afraid of him. The bronze hued hatchling pressed up against him in a comforting way, and Kuroi almost forgot what to do before the hatchling gently reminded him. ~Hungry..~
Going to his knees before the little bronze, Kuroi, now officially K'roi starred wonderingly into his dragon's swirling eyes, a new world of colored emotions flooding his mind. "Gareth...as I am yours, so too you are mine..." He whispered, a smile on his face. His hand went up, moving across the little bronze's eye ridges for a moment before getting up to lead the large hatchling to the feeding tables off to the side.