Post by Mongoose on Apr 22, 2008 21:01:10 GMT -5
Name: E'mil
Age: 22
Rank: Bronzerider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: E'mil is rather dark, but neither tall nor particularly handsome. His hair is black, somewhat coarse, and in dire need of cutting, his skin is approximately the color of weak tea, and his eyes, when not obscured by his hair, appear to be nearly black themselves. He is in fact quite short, around 5'6" or so, but solidly built and strong. His posture is impeccable, because slouching would only make him look shorter, so he compensates by wearing an expression of simmering hatred at all times. He favors loose-fitting clothing with as little color as possible.
Personality: E'mil doesn't play well with others, not even remotely. To begin with, he's arrogant, aloof, and abrasive, and once you get to know him a little better you'll realize he's even more intolerable than you thought. He's honest, to be sure, but takes great pains to couch his words as bluntly and damagingly as possible, and has rather warped views to begin with. His idea of "truth" is this: everyone lies constantly and/or is far too emotional and/or is just jealous, he is the greatest person ever born, and if you can't deal with that, you must be delusional. He doesn't talk much, but he has a remarkable gift for making people want to punch him when he does.
He's extremely stubborn and twice as competitive, to the point that he sees everyone around him as an adversary in one manner or another. While he may be a little over-ambitious, it doesn't seem so odd when you consider the relentless force with which he applies himself to every task he undertakes. He simply doesn't hold back. He also can't back down from any challenge, dare, or bet, no matter how senseless, because he's always maintained that he's the best at everything and will go to any lengths to prove it. This leads to some serious recklessness, and he's also easily manipulated by challenging his superiority.
Though off-putting, all of this behavior truly stems fromthe fact that he was never loved as a child the impossible standards to which he holds himself. When you get down to it, he's actually spectacularly insecure, and his drive for self-advancement comes from never truly being comfortable with himself. His ego is rather more fragile than he'd like you to think, and when confronted with failure, he tends to freak out in spectacular fashion. He's managed to convince himself that, as important as he is, he doesn't need friends anymore. He's smart enough to realize that he could use some trusted allies, though - the problem being that, naturally, he doesn't trust anyone at all. Also, when he's not trying to be impressively obnoxious, he reveals himself to be just generally awkward around people. Especially authority figures and attractive women. And especially when he's trying to be nice.
History: E'mil is a bastard, a fact he has never let himself forget. His mother was a smallholder, his father a Harper, and while their relationship remained amicable and both were present for most of his childhood, the young Erimil considered their one-time union immoral and appalling. When his mother married, he took the existence of his new step- and half-siblings as a personal challenge. He was determined to prove that he could overcome his dishonorable roots and become better than them at everything.
Reality finally came to call when he was 17, and was promptly sent away again when he was Searched. He seized on this opportunity to better the rest of his family once and for all with unusual vigor and became extremely unpopular with his fellow candidates in short order. It really never occurred to him that he might not Impress bronze. So when, at the first clutch he stood for, he Impressed nothing at all, he had an awe-inspiring meltdown, publicly chewed out the Weyrwoman, and then spent the next sevenday stone drunk.
Again, it never occurred to him that he wouldn't be given a second chance. Luckily, he was, as the Weyrwoman was a forgiving sort and had a soft spot for dispirited ex-candidates. After several months of the most menial tasks anyone could devise, he was deemed fit to stand for the next clutch.
He didn't Impress then, either.
No matter how many people told him he was setting himself up for failure (and going to annoy them with his constant self-pity for eons afterward), he insisted on standing for a third clutch when he finally got his confidence back. It had taken two Turns. People were worried about him despite themselves, and their fears were reinforced when he suddenly collapsed on the sands, in the middle of the Hatching, in a fit of violent weeping. Of course, it emerged in short order that this was his reaction to Impressing the long-awaited bronze, who'd sort of snuck up on him, and he maintains to this day that he just had sand in his eyes.
The instant he graduated from Weyrling Training, he arranged for transfer to someplace very far away where no one would try to blackmail him with that whole "loss of confidence" debacle. He was the great E'mil, after all. And given its current need for leadership, Pearl Bay looked like the perfect place to shoehorn himself into an important position and start yelling at people. Be afraid. No, be terrified.
Pets: None
Dragon Name: Amperoth
Dragon Age: 3
Dragon Color: Bronze - and a very dark bronze at that. He could pass for a brown if he were any less vain and didn't demand oilings about as constantly as a queen, giving him a more-than-healthy sheen. His wing membranes also show a slightly greenish tint.
Dragon Personality: Amperoth isn't like E'mil. He's worse. Rather than taking pride in his abilities like his rider, he's just proud to be large, and bronze, and ever so pretty. E'mil spoils him horribly and rarely takes him to task for his general lack of gratitude. He's lazy, convinced that he's Faranth's gift to females, and remarkably susceptible to bribery and flattery, no matter the source. He isn't shy about talking to other people than E'mil, especially not if they say nice things about him.
Magical Password: Firelizard
Age: 22
Rank: Bronzerider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: E'mil is rather dark, but neither tall nor particularly handsome. His hair is black, somewhat coarse, and in dire need of cutting, his skin is approximately the color of weak tea, and his eyes, when not obscured by his hair, appear to be nearly black themselves. He is in fact quite short, around 5'6" or so, but solidly built and strong. His posture is impeccable, because slouching would only make him look shorter, so he compensates by wearing an expression of simmering hatred at all times. He favors loose-fitting clothing with as little color as possible.
Personality: E'mil doesn't play well with others, not even remotely. To begin with, he's arrogant, aloof, and abrasive, and once you get to know him a little better you'll realize he's even more intolerable than you thought. He's honest, to be sure, but takes great pains to couch his words as bluntly and damagingly as possible, and has rather warped views to begin with. His idea of "truth" is this: everyone lies constantly and/or is far too emotional and/or is just jealous, he is the greatest person ever born, and if you can't deal with that, you must be delusional. He doesn't talk much, but he has a remarkable gift for making people want to punch him when he does.
He's extremely stubborn and twice as competitive, to the point that he sees everyone around him as an adversary in one manner or another. While he may be a little over-ambitious, it doesn't seem so odd when you consider the relentless force with which he applies himself to every task he undertakes. He simply doesn't hold back. He also can't back down from any challenge, dare, or bet, no matter how senseless, because he's always maintained that he's the best at everything and will go to any lengths to prove it. This leads to some serious recklessness, and he's also easily manipulated by challenging his superiority.
Though off-putting, all of this behavior truly stems from
History: E'mil is a bastard, a fact he has never let himself forget. His mother was a smallholder, his father a Harper, and while their relationship remained amicable and both were present for most of his childhood, the young Erimil considered their one-time union immoral and appalling. When his mother married, he took the existence of his new step- and half-siblings as a personal challenge. He was determined to prove that he could overcome his dishonorable roots and become better than them at everything.
Reality finally came to call when he was 17, and was promptly sent away again when he was Searched. He seized on this opportunity to better the rest of his family once and for all with unusual vigor and became extremely unpopular with his fellow candidates in short order. It really never occurred to him that he might not Impress bronze. So when, at the first clutch he stood for, he Impressed nothing at all, he had an awe-inspiring meltdown, publicly chewed out the Weyrwoman, and then spent the next sevenday stone drunk.
Again, it never occurred to him that he wouldn't be given a second chance. Luckily, he was, as the Weyrwoman was a forgiving sort and had a soft spot for dispirited ex-candidates. After several months of the most menial tasks anyone could devise, he was deemed fit to stand for the next clutch.
He didn't Impress then, either.
No matter how many people told him he was setting himself up for failure (and going to annoy them with his constant self-pity for eons afterward), he insisted on standing for a third clutch when he finally got his confidence back. It had taken two Turns. People were worried about him despite themselves, and their fears were reinforced when he suddenly collapsed on the sands, in the middle of the Hatching, in a fit of violent weeping. Of course, it emerged in short order that this was his reaction to Impressing the long-awaited bronze, who'd sort of snuck up on him, and he maintains to this day that he just had sand in his eyes.
The instant he graduated from Weyrling Training, he arranged for transfer to someplace very far away where no one would try to blackmail him with that whole "loss of confidence" debacle. He was the great E'mil, after all. And given its current need for leadership, Pearl Bay looked like the perfect place to shoehorn himself into an important position and start yelling at people. Be afraid. No, be terrified.
Pets: None
Dragon Name: Amperoth
Dragon Age: 3
Dragon Color: Bronze - and a very dark bronze at that. He could pass for a brown if he were any less vain and didn't demand oilings about as constantly as a queen, giving him a more-than-healthy sheen. His wing membranes also show a slightly greenish tint.
Dragon Personality: Amperoth isn't like E'mil. He's worse. Rather than taking pride in his abilities like his rider, he's just proud to be large, and bronze, and ever so pretty. E'mil spoils him horribly and rarely takes him to task for his general lack of gratitude. He's lazy, convinced that he's Faranth's gift to females, and remarkably susceptible to bribery and flattery, no matter the source. He isn't shy about talking to other people than E'mil, especially not if they say nice things about him.
Magical Password: Firelizard
