Post by blacklight on Jul 23, 2007 19:51:43 GMT -5
Name:
C’rin
Age:
18 Turns, though he claims he’s almost 19
He's finally 19, and now telling everyone he's 20.
Appearance:
C’rin is a tall and, dare I say, elegant young man. He stands about 5’11” – not tall enough to be the tallest in his class, but certainly tall enough to command attention when the time calls for it. His height is also showcases his long torso and legs, though they are in particular a little too long. As he is still a boy, he is still growing into his gangly limbs. As it is, he still looks a bit awkward, even more so unclothed, since there is nothing to hide the slightly disproportionate lengths of his body parts. Despite this, his body is well-crafted from his current career as a Rider. He has maintained a healthy, nicely toned body. Which he is quite proud of, may I add.
His skin is lightly tanned from his time spent outside training with Mith. To compliment the pleasant golden tint are two, brooding, fiercely dark eyes. They are brown, and yet when stared into, one would swear they are black from the misery captured inside them. They are naturally small eyes, so it gives him the appearance of glowering all of the time. His hair has recently been cut into a shorter style. It had previously been long, showing off the natural sheen that he didn’t need to work to get, much to the envy of many women. His hair is black, blacker, blackest; bringing to mind thoughts of between. It is cropped moderately short, but still long enough that it can be ruffled. Evidence that he misses his long hair is caught when he is frustrated, and runs his hand through what hair he has left.
Now that his hair is shorter, it’s easier to see his strong jaw line, which is often clenched in irritation. His nose is the next strongest feature on his face, though it is not protruding, merely strong, and has definitely been broken in the past. He has several scars scattered over various parts of his body from fights he’s been in, though most of them are able to be covered by clothes.
Personality:
C’rin is still young, and as such has yet to really learn how to control his raging emotions. He likes to think of himself as the cold ‘tough guy’ of his Weyrling class, and takes a lot of time and preparation to maintain and develop this image. Because of this, he shows no true emotion to anyone unless the emotion is negative. That creates a hostile environment and bad image to others, and no matter how many times he is told that, he still thinks he fits the cold and tough model pretty well. All his vibrant, deep emotions are regularly spent in the privacy of his room with Mith. At first he minded that the dragon had completely access to all his emotions – which are far more precious than his thoughts – but has gotten used to it, and even learned to rely on the dragon tremendously. His dragon is the only being he trusts, going so far as to say that he trusts himself less than he trusts Mith.
In retaliation for keeping his emotions canned, when he is alone with Mith his energy level usually skyrockets. Having to keep himself cool and collected will drive him up the wall on occasions, which give rise to his outbursts and common fights. C’rin is actually a loud person, though not many people would guess. Even so, the boy is gloomy. He is negative, pompous, and downright disheartening. But that’s why Mith chose him as His.
Added to this, C’rin is a person who believes strongly in an individual’s right to revenge. He is a vengeful person, and tends to hold grudges for a long time. As such, he remembers every wrong ever committed against him, but has lapses in memory for the good things. He has a one-track mind and tends to focus on one “project” at a time and put all his efforts and energy into it until it’s finished. This trait causes him to be a stubborn person. If he can be convinced of something, he becomes an avid supporter of it.
History:
Ceydrin was born a Weyrbrat, lived as a Weyrbrat, treated like a brat. As a child, he was never very well liked. And, unlike most stories, it was his fault. He talked too much; he talked when people were around and he talked when people weren’t around. He also showed signs of what would be diagnosed as autism, though on Pern no one really believes it’s a true impairment. As such, he lacked the intuition about others that came naturally to everyone else. He came across as cold and uncaring, since his autism caused him to smile less, look at others less, and respond to his own name infrequently. However, the child Ceydrin wanted nothing more than to be with someone, to have someone understand that he wasn’t trying to be a social outcast.
Someone did come to his rescue, and it was in the form of an old woman. She was called Talla, for she had been around so long that no one knew her name, only that the little children called her that. She was going blind, yet to Ceydrin, she saw right to his heart. Talla was the only one who would tolerate the little boy to sit on her knee and listen to him stumble over his ideas, trying to learn how to get past the slight impedance. Every time he stumbled, or couldn’t express what he was trying to say, she would only smile and wait patiently for him to get his idea across however she could. Being old brought wisdom, and so often she was able to guess what he wanted to communicate. It was through her that the future Darknessrider was able to learn how to deal with the speech impedance his autism brought.
As with all things, Talla was fated to die, and Ceydrin had not thought about this possibility until it happened. She did not die quietly in her sleep like she deserved, but contracted a rather deadly and contagious illness that prevented the boy who loved her so dearly from seeing her. He was still young; he didn’t understand why no one would let him see her. Not even when they mourned her death was he allowed to say his goodbyes. And so he turned inward, and the grief ate him from the inside. What had previously been the cause of autism – the lack of smiles, the lack of communication – became something he worked hard to perfect. It was apparent to him, at his young 10 Turns, that there was no one left to care for him. Oh, he had friends, and there were adults that doted on him, but it wasn’t enough for Ceydrin. If there was no one for him to care for, he would just deal with it.
The next 5 Turns saw a stark change in the boy’s attitude towards life. He became the brat he was born as, causing trouble, being aloof. No one was sure how to handle the change, so they just adapted to his behavior. He was constantly punished, threatened that if he kept on like that, he’d never get to Stand. That threat kept him a little more in line, though not by much. He was skeptical of Impression, since he knew people who had changed drastically almost instantly after Impressing. By the time he turned 16, the drudges were tired of having him around and pleaded the Candidate Master to take him in. The man obliged, and a clutch was laid soon enough. Ceydrin Impressed on his first try, for there was a little Darkness that hatched that felt the hurt, the sorrow, the bitter view on life and just knew he had to make that boy’s life better. And Mith determined that he would be the one to do it.
Their Turn and a half together in Weyrlinghood was a rough one, since Mith had little tact when dealing with the miserable boy. The dragon’s attempts at making C’rin into a cheerful person were lost on him, and at first despised. They were polar opposites, much to everyone’s delight. Their delight lasted as long as their tolerance for the boy’s yelling and cursing, and his dragon’s sweet, airy replies all through the night. Despite the fact that neither of them got little sleep, they did well in training. C’rin was a strict partner, and Mith was more than willing to oblige anything he asked. By the time they were about to graduate, still alive, both had mellowed out. They no longer fought verbally, Mith had learned tact, and C’rin was starting to get used to the dragon’s chipper nature.
And then it happened. The Weyr was emptied, and C’rin left feeling even more alone and miserable. And that, dear reader, is where his story picks up now…
Companions:
C'rin has no patience for dealing with another personality like Mith's. He's fine with just one.
Rule Remark: oh, the shininess: think fast!
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Dragon Name and Color:
Darkness Mith
Dragon Appearance:
Mith’s hide is based in dark purple, though it is not dark enough to actually mistake it for any other color rather than purple. It is an oddly happy shade for a Darkness to bear, though it is still very dark. Mingled into the purple are hues of darker blues, about three different ones. They swirl around his neck, back and even traces on his tail. The blues and purple are similar, so from a distance one can’t tell the difference in colors. The one color that is starkly different from the cools is the dark, foresty green that spatters his hind legs, weaving smokey green-black tendrils up his haunches and into the base of his tail. That is all of that color, but it provides a break-up to the otherwise monotonous purple and blues. There is a trace of black in the thin hide that makes up his wings, giving a shaded effect when he stretches them to fly.
Physically, Mith clocks in at only 100 feet long, one of the smallest of his color by a good deal. As if to make up for his smaller size, the dragon is a little stocky with all his muscles fighting over which got how much room. He isn’t thick, but definitely not elegantly thin; he’s more solid, a stark contrast to his airy personality. His haunches are the most solid thing about him, and a thick, strong tail the next. His wings are larger than proportionally correct, but that works out since he needs the extra wingspan to keep his muscles from tiring out while flying long distances.
Dragon Personality:
Like the stereotypical Darkness, Mith wants desperately to please everyone, and if not everyone, at least his rider. Seeing as how that is a hard task to accomplish, Mith is often putting all of his energy and effort into doing so – something he shares with his rider. He is, by nature, a happy and carefree dragon. He rarely bothers to look on something negatively before spouting the positive. Everything he does is backed with a draconic grin and swish of his tail.
For all his good intentions, Mith cannot handle unhappy things. He balks at them, more often than not pretending they didn’t happen or don’t exist. Mith runs from problems, refuses to confront them. Try to bring him from his regular, chipper high and he will merely laugh and recall a fond memory. He thinks himself a grand storyteller, and can weave them for candlemarks at a time.
C’rin
Age:
He's finally 19, and now telling everyone he's 20.
Appearance:
C’rin is a tall and, dare I say, elegant young man. He stands about 5’11” – not tall enough to be the tallest in his class, but certainly tall enough to command attention when the time calls for it. His height is also showcases his long torso and legs, though they are in particular a little too long. As he is still a boy, he is still growing into his gangly limbs. As it is, he still looks a bit awkward, even more so unclothed, since there is nothing to hide the slightly disproportionate lengths of his body parts. Despite this, his body is well-crafted from his current career as a Rider. He has maintained a healthy, nicely toned body. Which he is quite proud of, may I add.
His skin is lightly tanned from his time spent outside training with Mith. To compliment the pleasant golden tint are two, brooding, fiercely dark eyes. They are brown, and yet when stared into, one would swear they are black from the misery captured inside them. They are naturally small eyes, so it gives him the appearance of glowering all of the time. His hair has recently been cut into a shorter style. It had previously been long, showing off the natural sheen that he didn’t need to work to get, much to the envy of many women. His hair is black, blacker, blackest; bringing to mind thoughts of between. It is cropped moderately short, but still long enough that it can be ruffled. Evidence that he misses his long hair is caught when he is frustrated, and runs his hand through what hair he has left.
Now that his hair is shorter, it’s easier to see his strong jaw line, which is often clenched in irritation. His nose is the next strongest feature on his face, though it is not protruding, merely strong, and has definitely been broken in the past. He has several scars scattered over various parts of his body from fights he’s been in, though most of them are able to be covered by clothes.
Personality:
C’rin is still young, and as such has yet to really learn how to control his raging emotions. He likes to think of himself as the cold ‘tough guy’ of his Weyrling class, and takes a lot of time and preparation to maintain and develop this image. Because of this, he shows no true emotion to anyone unless the emotion is negative. That creates a hostile environment and bad image to others, and no matter how many times he is told that, he still thinks he fits the cold and tough model pretty well. All his vibrant, deep emotions are regularly spent in the privacy of his room with Mith. At first he minded that the dragon had completely access to all his emotions – which are far more precious than his thoughts – but has gotten used to it, and even learned to rely on the dragon tremendously. His dragon is the only being he trusts, going so far as to say that he trusts himself less than he trusts Mith.
In retaliation for keeping his emotions canned, when he is alone with Mith his energy level usually skyrockets. Having to keep himself cool and collected will drive him up the wall on occasions, which give rise to his outbursts and common fights. C’rin is actually a loud person, though not many people would guess. Even so, the boy is gloomy. He is negative, pompous, and downright disheartening. But that’s why Mith chose him as His.
Added to this, C’rin is a person who believes strongly in an individual’s right to revenge. He is a vengeful person, and tends to hold grudges for a long time. As such, he remembers every wrong ever committed against him, but has lapses in memory for the good things. He has a one-track mind and tends to focus on one “project” at a time and put all his efforts and energy into it until it’s finished. This trait causes him to be a stubborn person. If he can be convinced of something, he becomes an avid supporter of it.
History:
Ceydrin was born a Weyrbrat, lived as a Weyrbrat, treated like a brat. As a child, he was never very well liked. And, unlike most stories, it was his fault. He talked too much; he talked when people were around and he talked when people weren’t around. He also showed signs of what would be diagnosed as autism, though on Pern no one really believes it’s a true impairment. As such, he lacked the intuition about others that came naturally to everyone else. He came across as cold and uncaring, since his autism caused him to smile less, look at others less, and respond to his own name infrequently. However, the child Ceydrin wanted nothing more than to be with someone, to have someone understand that he wasn’t trying to be a social outcast.
Someone did come to his rescue, and it was in the form of an old woman. She was called Talla, for she had been around so long that no one knew her name, only that the little children called her that. She was going blind, yet to Ceydrin, she saw right to his heart. Talla was the only one who would tolerate the little boy to sit on her knee and listen to him stumble over his ideas, trying to learn how to get past the slight impedance. Every time he stumbled, or couldn’t express what he was trying to say, she would only smile and wait patiently for him to get his idea across however she could. Being old brought wisdom, and so often she was able to guess what he wanted to communicate. It was through her that the future Darknessrider was able to learn how to deal with the speech impedance his autism brought.
As with all things, Talla was fated to die, and Ceydrin had not thought about this possibility until it happened. She did not die quietly in her sleep like she deserved, but contracted a rather deadly and contagious illness that prevented the boy who loved her so dearly from seeing her. He was still young; he didn’t understand why no one would let him see her. Not even when they mourned her death was he allowed to say his goodbyes. And so he turned inward, and the grief ate him from the inside. What had previously been the cause of autism – the lack of smiles, the lack of communication – became something he worked hard to perfect. It was apparent to him, at his young 10 Turns, that there was no one left to care for him. Oh, he had friends, and there were adults that doted on him, but it wasn’t enough for Ceydrin. If there was no one for him to care for, he would just deal with it.
The next 5 Turns saw a stark change in the boy’s attitude towards life. He became the brat he was born as, causing trouble, being aloof. No one was sure how to handle the change, so they just adapted to his behavior. He was constantly punished, threatened that if he kept on like that, he’d never get to Stand. That threat kept him a little more in line, though not by much. He was skeptical of Impression, since he knew people who had changed drastically almost instantly after Impressing. By the time he turned 16, the drudges were tired of having him around and pleaded the Candidate Master to take him in. The man obliged, and a clutch was laid soon enough. Ceydrin Impressed on his first try, for there was a little Darkness that hatched that felt the hurt, the sorrow, the bitter view on life and just knew he had to make that boy’s life better. And Mith determined that he would be the one to do it.
Their Turn and a half together in Weyrlinghood was a rough one, since Mith had little tact when dealing with the miserable boy. The dragon’s attempts at making C’rin into a cheerful person were lost on him, and at first despised. They were polar opposites, much to everyone’s delight. Their delight lasted as long as their tolerance for the boy’s yelling and cursing, and his dragon’s sweet, airy replies all through the night. Despite the fact that neither of them got little sleep, they did well in training. C’rin was a strict partner, and Mith was more than willing to oblige anything he asked. By the time they were about to graduate, still alive, both had mellowed out. They no longer fought verbally, Mith had learned tact, and C’rin was starting to get used to the dragon’s chipper nature.
And then it happened. The Weyr was emptied, and C’rin left feeling even more alone and miserable. And that, dear reader, is where his story picks up now…
Companions:
C'rin has no patience for dealing with another personality like Mith's. He's fine with just one.
Rule Remark: oh, the shininess: think fast!
-------------------------------------------
Dragon Name and Color:
Darkness Mith
Dragon Appearance:
Mith’s hide is based in dark purple, though it is not dark enough to actually mistake it for any other color rather than purple. It is an oddly happy shade for a Darkness to bear, though it is still very dark. Mingled into the purple are hues of darker blues, about three different ones. They swirl around his neck, back and even traces on his tail. The blues and purple are similar, so from a distance one can’t tell the difference in colors. The one color that is starkly different from the cools is the dark, foresty green that spatters his hind legs, weaving smokey green-black tendrils up his haunches and into the base of his tail. That is all of that color, but it provides a break-up to the otherwise monotonous purple and blues. There is a trace of black in the thin hide that makes up his wings, giving a shaded effect when he stretches them to fly.
Physically, Mith clocks in at only 100 feet long, one of the smallest of his color by a good deal. As if to make up for his smaller size, the dragon is a little stocky with all his muscles fighting over which got how much room. He isn’t thick, but definitely not elegantly thin; he’s more solid, a stark contrast to his airy personality. His haunches are the most solid thing about him, and a thick, strong tail the next. His wings are larger than proportionally correct, but that works out since he needs the extra wingspan to keep his muscles from tiring out while flying long distances.
Dragon Personality:
Like the stereotypical Darkness, Mith wants desperately to please everyone, and if not everyone, at least his rider. Seeing as how that is a hard task to accomplish, Mith is often putting all of his energy and effort into doing so – something he shares with his rider. He is, by nature, a happy and carefree dragon. He rarely bothers to look on something negatively before spouting the positive. Everything he does is backed with a draconic grin and swish of his tail.
For all his good intentions, Mith cannot handle unhappy things. He balks at them, more often than not pretending they didn’t happen or don’t exist. Mith runs from problems, refuses to confront them. Try to bring him from his regular, chipper high and he will merely laugh and recall a fond memory. He thinks himself a grand storyteller, and can weave them for candlemarks at a time.
