Post by Missa on Apr 28, 2008 1:12:46 GMT -5
Name: D'ran (Dyloran)
Age: 27
Rank: Bronzerider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: D'ran is fairly tall, standing at an impressive, 6'3". He tries not to let people get intimidate by this, though with broad shoulders and a muscular frame, it's a small wonder this young man gets quite a bit of respect. He works hard to keep in shape, finding idleness almost as bad as nastiness. Thus he's been granted with a strong work-able body, and slightly tanned skin.
His sandy blond hair might be a bit too long, especially at the front. The soft waves flop into his face, obscuring his deep brown eyes, the colour of freshly turned soil. Not matter what he tries, D'ran's hair almost always looks like he's just crawled out of bed, and not bothered to brush it. In most cases, this is true.
D'ran has gentle features, ones that seem to always be relaxed in a smile. The smile is always wide, and welcoming and it is rare that you will catch him with a frown on his face.
Personality: D'ran is a sweetie, he can be a bit of a flirt, but mostly, he's a never ending romantic. He has plenty of ideas about what should go on in a relationship, but is too shy to actually voice this. In any other aspect except others love lives, he is a bold and out going man. Nothing holds him down and it seems that he lacks all modesty that most people are born with.
D'ran loves making jokes, when someone is sad, he'll joke, when their happy, he'll joke. In serious cases, he tries the light jokey banter, and if that doesn't work. Actually tries to be serious. It's not often it works, but D'ran is one of those people that always offers comfort to those who need it.
History: D'ran was born in Southern Hold, and two Turns later, his sister was born. D'ran's life was one that could definitely be called snooze-worthy. He had a good family, he was happy, and there was nothing more he could of wanted.
At fourteen, that changed. It wasn't long after his voice broke, a occurrence D'ran blames everything for (a joke), that his mother was showing Tracey how to ride, loving Runners. When the runner skittered to the side and she fell. There was no saving her once her neck snapped. Since that day Tracey has had a fear of Runners, D'ran prefers to glare at them.
Two turns later, he was searched and taken to Southern Weyr, lucky him, he impressed. The bronze hatchling had been in an egg many dubbed to be a brown, pushing himself out and settling for a moment. Before making a bee-line for his, D'ran.
D'ranMine! Your Thorith has found you, silly mine, don't gape like that, your Thorith thinks you look quite silly... I'm sure flitters could nest in there. Since then the pair have never spent much time apart.
Pets:
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Thorith
Dragon Age: 11 Turns
Dragon Color: Bronze
Thorith is a very large bronze, about the size of a small, very small, gold, and takes pride in that. His large wings and well-toned muscles giving him an edge over some of the others. His body is lither than most, making him far more agile than any brown of his size has any right to be. For the most part, Thorith seems to have been dipped in molten bronze, however his wing membranes are more coppery and there are chestnut parts on his body that aren't really bronze. More a rusty-gold than anything else. Over his nose, giving him a more human appearance are gold 'freckles'.
Dragon Personality: Thorith is much like his rider, friendly and a bit of a flirt, Thorith can be very sensible. Once a dragon or human has won his affections, they've got it for good, for which it's probably good that the young bronze has never caught a female. Perseverance is a main part of his personality, Thorith will not give up, he can also be rather stubborn. He won't hesitate to talk to someone that's hurting, as long as they are not blocking themselves off from him. Thorith will often refer to others as 'His' or 'Mine' but none have been dubbed 'Own' or 'MineOwn' this is for D'ran alone.
Magical Password: Firelizard
{Bronzer by request.)
Age: 27
Rank: Bronzerider
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Looks: D'ran is fairly tall, standing at an impressive, 6'3". He tries not to let people get intimidate by this, though with broad shoulders and a muscular frame, it's a small wonder this young man gets quite a bit of respect. He works hard to keep in shape, finding idleness almost as bad as nastiness. Thus he's been granted with a strong work-able body, and slightly tanned skin.
His sandy blond hair might be a bit too long, especially at the front. The soft waves flop into his face, obscuring his deep brown eyes, the colour of freshly turned soil. Not matter what he tries, D'ran's hair almost always looks like he's just crawled out of bed, and not bothered to brush it. In most cases, this is true.
D'ran has gentle features, ones that seem to always be relaxed in a smile. The smile is always wide, and welcoming and it is rare that you will catch him with a frown on his face.
Personality: D'ran is a sweetie, he can be a bit of a flirt, but mostly, he's a never ending romantic. He has plenty of ideas about what should go on in a relationship, but is too shy to actually voice this. In any other aspect except others love lives, he is a bold and out going man. Nothing holds him down and it seems that he lacks all modesty that most people are born with.
D'ran loves making jokes, when someone is sad, he'll joke, when their happy, he'll joke. In serious cases, he tries the light jokey banter, and if that doesn't work. Actually tries to be serious. It's not often it works, but D'ran is one of those people that always offers comfort to those who need it.
History: D'ran was born in Southern Hold, and two Turns later, his sister was born. D'ran's life was one that could definitely be called snooze-worthy. He had a good family, he was happy, and there was nothing more he could of wanted.
At fourteen, that changed. It wasn't long after his voice broke, a occurrence D'ran blames everything for (a joke), that his mother was showing Tracey how to ride, loving Runners. When the runner skittered to the side and she fell. There was no saving her once her neck snapped. Since that day Tracey has had a fear of Runners, D'ran prefers to glare at them.
Two turns later, he was searched and taken to Southern Weyr, lucky him, he impressed. The bronze hatchling had been in an egg many dubbed to be a brown, pushing himself out and settling for a moment. Before making a bee-line for his, D'ran.
D'ranMine! Your Thorith has found you, silly mine, don't gape like that, your Thorith thinks you look quite silly... I'm sure flitters could nest in there. Since then the pair have never spent much time apart.
Pets:
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Thorith
Dragon Age: 11 Turns
Dragon Color: Bronze
Thorith is a very large bronze, about the size of a small, very small, gold, and takes pride in that. His large wings and well-toned muscles giving him an edge over some of the others. His body is lither than most, making him far more agile than any brown of his size has any right to be. For the most part, Thorith seems to have been dipped in molten bronze, however his wing membranes are more coppery and there are chestnut parts on his body that aren't really bronze. More a rusty-gold than anything else. Over his nose, giving him a more human appearance are gold 'freckles'.
Dragon Personality: Thorith is much like his rider, friendly and a bit of a flirt, Thorith can be very sensible. Once a dragon or human has won his affections, they've got it for good, for which it's probably good that the young bronze has never caught a female. Perseverance is a main part of his personality, Thorith will not give up, he can also be rather stubborn. He won't hesitate to talk to someone that's hurting, as long as they are not blocking themselves off from him. Thorith will often refer to others as 'His' or 'Mine' but none have been dubbed 'Own' or 'MineOwn' this is for D'ran alone.
Magical Password: Firelizard
{Bronzer by request.)
