F'rdnar and Bronze Joclaneth
Played By: MyaL
Character Name: F'rdnar
Pronunciation: ferd-NAR
Character Type: Weyrling
Rank: Weyrling
Political Alignment: The Trippy Hippies
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Gaunt, therefore not fitting nice and neat within the 6 foot-3 inches, he's so skinny it carved muscles that are well-defined across his relaxed posture. The same reason makes his limbs muscular, however, they're somewhat longer as well, seeming more prominent than his torso when compared against those around him. His complexion is rich, a well-tanned caramel from having lived down South save for the brief Northern stint during the Volcano incident, but it remains spreading it's smooth tone everywhere. Whereas the green of spring leaves, freshly bloomed, gave his eyes a bright, welcoming expression that beams outward more often than not. Most frowns come across as thoughtful unless someone has riled his anger, which, given his laziness, means some serious horrors would be going on. He keeps his mahogany hair in feathery layers, each trimmed an even medium-length, that are parted from the left and sweeping across it frames his face. The rest follows the contours of his head with some tucked behind his ears leaving them visible. If he should wear a sleeveless shirt a Threadscore peeks out onto his right shoulder proving he's not escaped Threadfall unscathed albeit there's no other Scoring...yet.
Personality:
Despite the complex conversation Firdenrard'll provide once you've recognized his pattern you'll know he never starts a trend, just adds his morbid humor to an existing one. Only someone that's an air-head could be simpler. Two contrary natures exist inside him, laziness and impatience, despite his opinion that change's too much work but none cause the awkwardness one'd expect. He's therefore comfortable with the person each unchallenging goal is making him. A perfect example about that easy-going attitude would be his first goal: someday no one'll view as too young -- someday he'll also understand everything one's too young for!
Sure, he relaxes once comfortable and nothing can move him until it becomes absolutely necessary, one of which is sleep. After-dinner he organizes his schedule so it'll include some exercise insuring a nice, sound night from which he'd wake refreshed for another day of the same. The moment he starts on something not much would stop him from plowing through it, guided more via instinct making it become well-honed from overuse on whatever's unfamiliar. He can judge a situation somewhat well now that he's older but some still catch him unprepared. Should something ignite the fire simmering far underneath the surface he'll flies into rants and storm about in anger, what he doesn't respond with unless needed is physical violence.
For someone like himself who is overprotective and overreacts being responsible for another is a heavy burden, so even smaller problems sound huge.
Birthplace: Southern Weyr
Parents: Fir'nen (deceased) and Dradra (deceased)
Birthday: 05t 09m 26d
History:
Firdenrard was born at Southern Weyr, his parents were recently weyrmated, a bluerider and Journeyman Dragonhealer. It was only evenings and nights, when the parents had finished their duties, when the family was together but he grew up knowing he was loved and protected. He was quite active in learning until his father died in the Tunnelsnake raids having tried reaching the creche because he felt he must protect his children. The reason why he lost his father turned Firdenrard's perceptions around and made him terrified of responsibility.
No other disaster around Southern has specifically affected his family in anyway while he was growing. After reaching twelve Turns, he at first resisted joining Candidacy as it reminded him too much about his father's sacrifice, and so apprenticed into the Harpercraft. But like with many weyrbrat dragons fascinated him and he could resist forever, shortly after one hatching he became a Candidate. Once signed in he went around the Barracks familiarizing himself with its layout and met his first friend, a female. It wasn't until the following days that he began meeting more Candidates. The first Turn and a half saw him grow two inches in height.
He met another new friend over some escaping paperwork before she even Impressed gold at the next Hatching. To his dismay his sister Impressed too, his reaction became relief once he realized that meant she'd no longer be around in the Candidate Barracks and he Stood for another clutch without Impressing.
After making several more friends, as well as acquaintances, the Hatching where his first Candidate friend Impressed gold changed his routine and tossed one handsome bronze into his life. {{You there, Firdenrard, you're mine and we will do great things together. Could we eat first though? I need to keep my strength up for our exploits you know.}} He became F'rdnar, it took a moment to sink then he lead his bronze from the Sands. He would end up at Fort in the aftermath of the Southern disaster that happened almost 10 months into his Weyrlinghood.
~~Dragon~~
Dragon Name: Joclaneth
Color: Bronze
Age: 11 months
Wing/Weyrling Group:
Appearance:
Joclaneth is a bronze's bronze. Stocky and well-muscled, a gleaming, pale bronze in whatever light has surrounded him, he's fine-looking with a presence that'll make him noticeable without needing him to shout about it.
Personality:
From the moment he broke through his Egg he was self-assured but not arrogant, willful but not stupid, and prone to the odd wise crack.
He'll prove himself as a dragon of action, no doubt about it, and always will be. Since he's always in the thick of everything, whether it's Threadfighting or something else, there'll be some that call him a trouble magnet and seem right considering it frequently appears that he's been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. If there is something going on it's actually more to do with the fact that he doesn't hang back when there's something to be done. He can't bear it when things aren't being done and can get a bit tetchy if people aren't doing what they're meant to do.
Despite often rushing in where angels fear to tread, Joclaneth has the luck of the devil, and a mind that's agile at improvising solutions under pressure. He seems to react in ways that'd pull the best possible outcome out of potential disaster. Although frequent that he won't make it out unscathed, he'll think nothing of risking his life should it save another and is very protective in general. If that earns him an unusually large number of scores, they're worth it, and he's usually lucky enough that those scores are minor.
When it comes to romancing the greens and golds he's a bit hapless, but that's possibly because he can be a bit stubborn! He can be charming when he wants to, except not good with apologizing -- if you get him to say sorry it'll be a minor miracle, however, he'll really mean it. Every other time, of course, he wasn't wrong and thus there was no reason to apologize!
Weyr of Orgin: Southern
Abilities and weaknesses: A strong and well-built bronze, his tendency for going headlong into danger makes him a natural leader -- it may well lead'em on top despite what an exciting ride it'll take his lifemate on. From there an awareness over what's happening within his protectorate made him somewhat effective in throwing his weight around, not that he can do much else since Joclaneth's nowhere near graceful. He can power forward and maneuver around nearer what's considered average but his turns are rough, abrupt features that are not pleasant, they'll slow him, leaving him to waste energy on accelerating another time.
Pronunciation: ferd-NAR
Character Type: Weyrling
Rank: Weyrling
Political Alignment: The Trippy Hippies
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Gaunt, therefore not fitting nice and neat within the 6 foot-3 inches, he's so skinny it carved muscles that are well-defined across his relaxed posture. The same reason makes his limbs muscular, however, they're somewhat longer as well, seeming more prominent than his torso when compared against those around him. His complexion is rich, a well-tanned caramel from having lived down South save for the brief Northern stint during the Volcano incident, but it remains spreading it's smooth tone everywhere. Whereas the green of spring leaves, freshly bloomed, gave his eyes a bright, welcoming expression that beams outward more often than not. Most frowns come across as thoughtful unless someone has riled his anger, which, given his laziness, means some serious horrors would be going on. He keeps his mahogany hair in feathery layers, each trimmed an even medium-length, that are parted from the left and sweeping across it frames his face. The rest follows the contours of his head with some tucked behind his ears leaving them visible. If he should wear a sleeveless shirt a Threadscore peeks out onto his right shoulder proving he's not escaped Threadfall unscathed albeit there's no other Scoring...yet.
Personality:
Despite the complex conversation Firdenrard'll provide once you've recognized his pattern you'll know he never starts a trend, just adds his morbid humor to an existing one. Only someone that's an air-head could be simpler. Two contrary natures exist inside him, laziness and impatience, despite his opinion that change's too much work but none cause the awkwardness one'd expect. He's therefore comfortable with the person each unchallenging goal is making him. A perfect example about that easy-going attitude would be his first goal: someday no one'll view as too young -- someday he'll also understand everything one's too young for!
Sure, he relaxes once comfortable and nothing can move him until it becomes absolutely necessary, one of which is sleep. After-dinner he organizes his schedule so it'll include some exercise insuring a nice, sound night from which he'd wake refreshed for another day of the same. The moment he starts on something not much would stop him from plowing through it, guided more via instinct making it become well-honed from overuse on whatever's unfamiliar. He can judge a situation somewhat well now that he's older but some still catch him unprepared. Should something ignite the fire simmering far underneath the surface he'll flies into rants and storm about in anger, what he doesn't respond with unless needed is physical violence.
For someone like himself who is overprotective and overreacts being responsible for another is a heavy burden, so even smaller problems sound huge.
Birthplace: Southern Weyr
Parents: Fir'nen (deceased) and Dradra (deceased)
Birthday: 05t 09m 26d
History:
Firdenrard was born at Southern Weyr, his parents were recently weyrmated, a bluerider and Journeyman Dragonhealer. It was only evenings and nights, when the parents had finished their duties, when the family was together but he grew up knowing he was loved and protected. He was quite active in learning until his father died in the Tunnelsnake raids having tried reaching the creche because he felt he must protect his children. The reason why he lost his father turned Firdenrard's perceptions around and made him terrified of responsibility.
No other disaster around Southern has specifically affected his family in anyway while he was growing. After reaching twelve Turns, he at first resisted joining Candidacy as it reminded him too much about his father's sacrifice, and so apprenticed into the Harpercraft. But like with many weyrbrat dragons fascinated him and he could resist forever, shortly after one hatching he became a Candidate. Once signed in he went around the Barracks familiarizing himself with its layout and met his first friend, a female. It wasn't until the following days that he began meeting more Candidates. The first Turn and a half saw him grow two inches in height.
He met another new friend over some escaping paperwork before she even Impressed gold at the next Hatching. To his dismay his sister Impressed too, his reaction became relief once he realized that meant she'd no longer be around in the Candidate Barracks and he Stood for another clutch without Impressing.
After making several more friends, as well as acquaintances, the Hatching where his first Candidate friend Impressed gold changed his routine and tossed one handsome bronze into his life. {{You there, Firdenrard, you're mine and we will do great things together. Could we eat first though? I need to keep my strength up for our exploits you know.}} He became F'rdnar, it took a moment to sink then he lead his bronze from the Sands. He would end up at Fort in the aftermath of the Southern disaster that happened almost 10 months into his Weyrlinghood.
~~Dragon~~
Dragon Name: Joclaneth
Color: Bronze
Age: 11 months
Wing/Weyrling Group:
Appearance:
Joclaneth is a bronze's bronze. Stocky and well-muscled, a gleaming, pale bronze in whatever light has surrounded him, he's fine-looking with a presence that'll make him noticeable without needing him to shout about it.
Personality:
From the moment he broke through his Egg he was self-assured but not arrogant, willful but not stupid, and prone to the odd wise crack.
He'll prove himself as a dragon of action, no doubt about it, and always will be. Since he's always in the thick of everything, whether it's Threadfighting or something else, there'll be some that call him a trouble magnet and seem right considering it frequently appears that he's been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. If there is something going on it's actually more to do with the fact that he doesn't hang back when there's something to be done. He can't bear it when things aren't being done and can get a bit tetchy if people aren't doing what they're meant to do.
Despite often rushing in where angels fear to tread, Joclaneth has the luck of the devil, and a mind that's agile at improvising solutions under pressure. He seems to react in ways that'd pull the best possible outcome out of potential disaster. Although frequent that he won't make it out unscathed, he'll think nothing of risking his life should it save another and is very protective in general. If that earns him an unusually large number of scores, they're worth it, and he's usually lucky enough that those scores are minor.
When it comes to romancing the greens and golds he's a bit hapless, but that's possibly because he can be a bit stubborn! He can be charming when he wants to, except not good with apologizing -- if you get him to say sorry it'll be a minor miracle, however, he'll really mean it. Every other time, of course, he wasn't wrong and thus there was no reason to apologize!
Weyr of Orgin: Southern
Abilities and weaknesses: A strong and well-built bronze, his tendency for going headlong into danger makes him a natural leader -- it may well lead'em on top despite what an exciting ride it'll take his lifemate on. From there an awareness over what's happening within his protectorate made him somewhat effective in throwing his weight around, not that he can do much else since Joclaneth's nowhere near graceful. He can power forward and maneuver around nearer what's considered average but his turns are rough, abrupt features that are not pleasant, they'll slow him, leaving him to waste energy on accelerating another time.