Post by Missa on Apr 16, 2008 2:18:40 GMT -5
Name: D'nor (Dellanoran)
Age: Twenty-six turns
Rank: Silver Rider.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: The first thing that is noticed about D'nor, is he's plain. There's nothing on him that screams 'look at me', not his height, not his looks. He's not to-die-for handsome, he doesn't even fall under the attractive collum. Yet, at the same time, D'nor isn't devistatingly ugly either, he isn't horribly scarred, or maimed. His features aren't those that you want to gaze at longingly, wishing he would look your way, but nor are they such that you wish you'd never set eyes on him. They're just... Plain, there's nothing out of the ordinary about them, nothing that would make you look twice.
Normally, children on Pern are born with dark hair, brown, or black. Rarely are the fair haired blondes found, even rarer are the red-heads. Rare as they are, that's the colour of D'nor's hair. The straight strands are neither overly short, nor long, they fall long enough to nearly fall into his eyes, brushing his ears and the back of his neck. His skin is pale, so that too much time spent under Rukbat's rays burns it to a bright red, yet unlike some, it doesn't brown. Instead, it has the rather annoying effect of a young dragonet's skin, flaking and itching, before peeling, leaving new skin the same as it was before being burnt. In some places, those more often exposed to Rukbat, there may be a splattering of freckles, though these seem to be fading as Del gets older.
D'nor's smile is slightly crooked, as though it's half-hearted, or mocking the person it's directed at. In short, it's not dazzling, yet it doesn't resemble a grimace. Reddish lashes aren't overly thick, yet it doesn't appear as though he has none either. Strange as his eyes are, they don't exactly stand out in any way. Not overly large, they seem to be a rather odd mix between blue and grey. There's no dominent colour, they seem to mix perfectly, like the swirling of clouds in the sky, or water on the beach, each melting into the next. Every one of his emotions are written on his face or in his eyes, there's no hiding what he feels.
Personality: D'nor can only be called a darling, or an idiot, your choice. At twenty-two turns, he seems conviced he can shoulder all of Pern's problems and make it better. He has this natural urge to help, to heal, if help is desired D'nor is willing to give that and more. Anything that is asked of him to be perfectly honest, it's not like D'nor is an overly trusting person however, he just believes there has to be some good in everyone. If help was required by anyone, and D'nor had the ability to help them, he would even at a risk to his own life. Like his mother, Del is sweet, he has a tendency to take people under his wing and look out for them. A sort of 'adoption', though he refuses to mother over anyone, knowing full well just how annoying it is. He often acts as a brother, or friend in most situations.
Despite his normally easy going nature, D'nor does have a temper. It's hard to fire up though and will take more than just a few petty insults to get him angry, once he's angry however, D'nor is even harder to calm down. It's like trying to put out a fire that has an endless supply of fuel, almost impossible. Even so, D'nor will always admit just when he's been wrong and will apologise, or forget, one of the two. He doesn't like arguing, and likes even less being involved in an argument, however, he'll put himself in the 'line of fire' if it means standing up for a friend.
D'nor has a pretty much no existent ego, it's not so large that it has it's own orbital system and he's not likely to care if someone attacks what little ego he does have. D'nor will always put more than one hundred perfect into everythign he tries and won't start anything unless he's willing to finish it. The bad side to this is the when D'nor put his mind to something, everything else just fades into the background, takes a back seat to what it is that he's working on in that particular moment. Del appreciates the simple things, and tries not to take anything for granted.
History: D'nor's life was always simple, there was nothing he longed for, wished for. He had a family, a rather close-knit one and though had no siblings, had enought friends to last him for a fair while. He needed nothing, there were always suitable clothes on his back and strong shoes on his feet.
Lellian, D'nor's mother, is a sweet person, middle aged at thirty-three turns. D'nor was rarely allowed too far from her sight for the fear that she'd lose him, thus why she was completely doting on her only child. D'nor's birth was a fairly easy one as births go, there were no life-threatening complications and the babe was born healthy and strong. Yet, even years after, Lellian couldn't concieve, couldn't carry a child to term for what ever reason. From a young age, D'nor showed an apptitude for healing, almost like he felt he owed the word something, everytime he left, he was always bringing stray canines or injured felines home to help them before releasing them once more. Even with this gift for it, he was never sent to healer Hall, mostly because Erina didn't want to let him go, didn't want him out of her sight and at the younger ages, D'nor was reluctant to leave the familliar surroundings.
What seems, and what is, are always two very different things. New colours appeared, completely new, and wonderful. They were no less lovely, a Scarlet of no lesser value to Brown or Blue, a Silver no lesser than a Bronze. A Pearl no lesser than a Gold. When the tales reached Del, it was only the knowledge of something new on Pern that spurred his interest, for a dragon was a dragon...
He Stood for a clutch at eighteen, and just when all hope was lost in his mind, a silver pushed himslef from his shell, brightly coloured and happy as he came over to Del, nudging him shyly, head drooping slightly as he twined his body around the boys legs.
I am awfully glad you waited for me D'norMine. I was afraid others would take you away. You are Kaerth's yes? You will feed me now Mine?
Pets:
Name: Ganesa
Species: Flitt
Colour: Green
Age: 2 turns
Mate: -
Ganesa seems to be a dark emerald colour, though the shades of green over her hide vary, seeming to melt into each other as it fades from almost black at her muzzle tip to a bright, almost blinding acid green at the very tip of her tail. Pretty in some ways, this little flitt does nothing to attract attention, much like Hers. She's obiediant, even with her uncanny curiousity that would have her crawling into a felines mouth just to see what happened when she did that. Ganesa's left wing is horribly mutilated, the wing only half formed and there for making it extremely difficult for the green to fly and all and will often hide in D'nor's shirt instead of trying.
Name: Sweetie
Species: Flitt
Colour: Green
Age: Hatchling
Mate: -
Dragon Name: Kaerth
Dragon Age: 4 turns
Dragon Color: Silver.
Kaerth is a large, well muscled giant for his colour, larger than most others by at least a head, the silver can be quite intimidating for those who have never met him before. Coloured extremely lightly, it would seem almost as though moonbeams had touched his hide to give it the pale sparkle it does. For the most part, Kaerth is in proportion, the long whippy tail no longer than it should be in comparison to his size, and apart from that, he's fair average.
Dragon Personality: Kaerth brings new meaning to the saying 'gentle giant'. For despite his size, you would never meet a more loving, caring, gentle creature. Kaerth would never do anything to hurt anyone and it took a long time as a young dragon to actually get him to hunt on his own. Like his rider, the silver has a tendency to take people under his wing like a father and care for them with a single minded protectiveness. Quite shy and bashful when meeting new people, the large dragon will often try and hide behind his rider when being watched.
Magical Password: Firelizard!
Age: Twenty-six turns
Rank: Silver Rider.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: The first thing that is noticed about D'nor, is he's plain. There's nothing on him that screams 'look at me', not his height, not his looks. He's not to-die-for handsome, he doesn't even fall under the attractive collum. Yet, at the same time, D'nor isn't devistatingly ugly either, he isn't horribly scarred, or maimed. His features aren't those that you want to gaze at longingly, wishing he would look your way, but nor are they such that you wish you'd never set eyes on him. They're just... Plain, there's nothing out of the ordinary about them, nothing that would make you look twice.
Normally, children on Pern are born with dark hair, brown, or black. Rarely are the fair haired blondes found, even rarer are the red-heads. Rare as they are, that's the colour of D'nor's hair. The straight strands are neither overly short, nor long, they fall long enough to nearly fall into his eyes, brushing his ears and the back of his neck. His skin is pale, so that too much time spent under Rukbat's rays burns it to a bright red, yet unlike some, it doesn't brown. Instead, it has the rather annoying effect of a young dragonet's skin, flaking and itching, before peeling, leaving new skin the same as it was before being burnt. In some places, those more often exposed to Rukbat, there may be a splattering of freckles, though these seem to be fading as Del gets older.
D'nor's smile is slightly crooked, as though it's half-hearted, or mocking the person it's directed at. In short, it's not dazzling, yet it doesn't resemble a grimace. Reddish lashes aren't overly thick, yet it doesn't appear as though he has none either. Strange as his eyes are, they don't exactly stand out in any way. Not overly large, they seem to be a rather odd mix between blue and grey. There's no dominent colour, they seem to mix perfectly, like the swirling of clouds in the sky, or water on the beach, each melting into the next. Every one of his emotions are written on his face or in his eyes, there's no hiding what he feels.
Personality: D'nor can only be called a darling, or an idiot, your choice. At twenty-two turns, he seems conviced he can shoulder all of Pern's problems and make it better. He has this natural urge to help, to heal, if help is desired D'nor is willing to give that and more. Anything that is asked of him to be perfectly honest, it's not like D'nor is an overly trusting person however, he just believes there has to be some good in everyone. If help was required by anyone, and D'nor had the ability to help them, he would even at a risk to his own life. Like his mother, Del is sweet, he has a tendency to take people under his wing and look out for them. A sort of 'adoption', though he refuses to mother over anyone, knowing full well just how annoying it is. He often acts as a brother, or friend in most situations.
Despite his normally easy going nature, D'nor does have a temper. It's hard to fire up though and will take more than just a few petty insults to get him angry, once he's angry however, D'nor is even harder to calm down. It's like trying to put out a fire that has an endless supply of fuel, almost impossible. Even so, D'nor will always admit just when he's been wrong and will apologise, or forget, one of the two. He doesn't like arguing, and likes even less being involved in an argument, however, he'll put himself in the 'line of fire' if it means standing up for a friend.
D'nor has a pretty much no existent ego, it's not so large that it has it's own orbital system and he's not likely to care if someone attacks what little ego he does have. D'nor will always put more than one hundred perfect into everythign he tries and won't start anything unless he's willing to finish it. The bad side to this is the when D'nor put his mind to something, everything else just fades into the background, takes a back seat to what it is that he's working on in that particular moment. Del appreciates the simple things, and tries not to take anything for granted.
History: D'nor's life was always simple, there was nothing he longed for, wished for. He had a family, a rather close-knit one and though had no siblings, had enought friends to last him for a fair while. He needed nothing, there were always suitable clothes on his back and strong shoes on his feet.
Lellian, D'nor's mother, is a sweet person, middle aged at thirty-three turns. D'nor was rarely allowed too far from her sight for the fear that she'd lose him, thus why she was completely doting on her only child. D'nor's birth was a fairly easy one as births go, there were no life-threatening complications and the babe was born healthy and strong. Yet, even years after, Lellian couldn't concieve, couldn't carry a child to term for what ever reason. From a young age, D'nor showed an apptitude for healing, almost like he felt he owed the word something, everytime he left, he was always bringing stray canines or injured felines home to help them before releasing them once more. Even with this gift for it, he was never sent to healer Hall, mostly because Erina didn't want to let him go, didn't want him out of her sight and at the younger ages, D'nor was reluctant to leave the familliar surroundings.
What seems, and what is, are always two very different things. New colours appeared, completely new, and wonderful. They were no less lovely, a Scarlet of no lesser value to Brown or Blue, a Silver no lesser than a Bronze. A Pearl no lesser than a Gold. When the tales reached Del, it was only the knowledge of something new on Pern that spurred his interest, for a dragon was a dragon...
He Stood for a clutch at eighteen, and just when all hope was lost in his mind, a silver pushed himslef from his shell, brightly coloured and happy as he came over to Del, nudging him shyly, head drooping slightly as he twined his body around the boys legs.
I am awfully glad you waited for me D'norMine. I was afraid others would take you away. You are Kaerth's yes? You will feed me now Mine?
Pets:
Name: Ganesa
Species: Flitt
Colour: Green
Age: 2 turns
Mate: -
Ganesa seems to be a dark emerald colour, though the shades of green over her hide vary, seeming to melt into each other as it fades from almost black at her muzzle tip to a bright, almost blinding acid green at the very tip of her tail. Pretty in some ways, this little flitt does nothing to attract attention, much like Hers. She's obiediant, even with her uncanny curiousity that would have her crawling into a felines mouth just to see what happened when she did that. Ganesa's left wing is horribly mutilated, the wing only half formed and there for making it extremely difficult for the green to fly and all and will often hide in D'nor's shirt instead of trying.
Name: Sweetie
Species: Flitt
Colour: Green
Age: Hatchling
Mate: -
Dragon Name: Kaerth
Dragon Age: 4 turns
Dragon Color: Silver.
Kaerth is a large, well muscled giant for his colour, larger than most others by at least a head, the silver can be quite intimidating for those who have never met him before. Coloured extremely lightly, it would seem almost as though moonbeams had touched his hide to give it the pale sparkle it does. For the most part, Kaerth is in proportion, the long whippy tail no longer than it should be in comparison to his size, and apart from that, he's fair average.
Dragon Personality: Kaerth brings new meaning to the saying 'gentle giant'. For despite his size, you would never meet a more loving, caring, gentle creature. Kaerth would never do anything to hurt anyone and it took a long time as a young dragon to actually get him to hunt on his own. Like his rider, the silver has a tendency to take people under his wing like a father and care for them with a single minded protectiveness. Quite shy and bashful when meeting new people, the large dragon will often try and hide behind his rider when being watched.
Magical Password: Firelizard!
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