Post by Coal on Oct 21, 2012 16:02:23 GMT -5
Name: M’ton
Age: 42 Turns
Sex and Gender: Male and male
Sexual and Romantic Orientations: Mostly homosexual
Species: Tailed - bear
Rank and Craft: Sail Wingletmaster (nocturnal)
Place of Birth: Feldspar
Current Location: Cat’s Paw
Family:
Pets: 28 Turn old green firelizard Jen, 14 Turn old blue firelizard Mist
Hair: Slick and black with traces of grey, hangs at around a third of the way down the back and is usually contained in a pony tail
Eyes: Very dark brown, nearly black, and heavily-lidded so that they appear even darker
Height and Build: 6’1” in height. Sturdy, muscular and broad
Appearance:
At first glance, M’ton is a rather imposing man. Although not unusually tall he has a broad and powerful figure, his hips and waist both being wide and his middle fleshed out with bunched muscles. Some remark that his belly’s beginning to expand a little as he enters middle age, but as it’s all as of yet contained beneath his middle all it does at the moment is make him look even bigger. It doesn’t help that almost his entire body is covered in what can only be described as a pelt. Medium brown fur covers him, not only on his ears and small, wedge-shaped tail but from head to toe, leaving only the palms of his hands, soles of his feet and certain areas he doesn’t often expose to the public uncovered. Most of this fur is short and stiff, but on his neck and shoulders it’s much longer if still coarse, forming a sort of mane. It’s for this reason that unless he’s riding or a formal outfit is required, he tends not to bother with shirts, making do with trousers, shoes, and perhaps a loose leather waistcoat.
The fur on his face is comparatively very short, no more than a couple of millimetres in length, and thus does not overly soften his features. That having been said, his features were hardly very severe to begin with. M’ton has a fairly round face with a wide jaw, blunt chin and cheeks that dimple when he grins. A fairly wide mouth gives his easy smile a jolly look, especially in combination with his eyes that, while very dark, have a twinkle to them that speaks of good humour. His nose is quite wide and flat, not particularly prominent, while his ears are two brown semi-circles that poke up through the coarse black hair that hangs from his head. The kindness in M’ton’s face is easily overlooked, however, thanks to the fact that he also looks rather wild. Considering his general furriness, shaving the hair that grows on his chin would leave him looking ridiculous, and so he lets the thick greying beard there grow. A picture of organised chaos, it’s a thick and curly but neatly trimmed triangle with a braid down either side.
Personality:
M’ton is everyone’s dad, or at least he’d like to be. A kind and fatherly man, he loves nothing more than taking children, winglets, and anyone else he feels need looking after under his wing, and has a tendency to be more protective than his protectees really feel necessary, though of course he means well. Gifted with a good sense of humour and easy conversation, most people find him ideal company; good fun to have around but not too commanding of attention. He’s welcoming and accepting of pretty much anyone, he likes meeting new people and does his best to make them feel at home.
That having been said, so comfortable and relaxed is he with life in general that he sometimes forgets some people are shier than others. Loud and sometimes rather boisterous, he can be a little intimidating to a more timid person, and his habit of playfully teasing his pupils can sometimes be taken less than well by more proud individual, though while the former is a genuine fault on his part, the second is sometimes intentional. If M’ton doesn’t actively dislike arrogance he certainly disapproves of it, and his teasing is intended as a way to humble others. He’s a great believer in not taking oneself too seriously, and as such his jokes are as likely to be self-deprecating than others, but even so, not everyone appreciates his jibes, for all they may be meant in kindness.
For all his teasing and occasional bouts of boisterousness, however, M’ton is a gentle man at heart. Come to him with a problem and he’ll do his best to help you with it, and even if his advice may not be the best (it usually comprises something along the lines of ‘just try not to worry about it’ or ‘have you tried inviting them ‘round for klah?’), he’s very good at listening. A patient, sensitive and above all selfless person, he’s well used to dealing with the drama his teenaged pupils seem to be so prone to.
It might be said that M’ton is an uncomplicated person, definitely more a follower than a leader. He takes his role as wingletmaster seriously and is no pushover with his pupils, but when it comes to his equals and superiors, he’s very much happy to go with the flow. Not unintelligent but not the brightest nor the most highly educated people, he generally thinks it’s better to let those smarter than him make the big decisions. Oh, he’s not afraid to speak his mind and in small matters he’s happy to make his objections heard, it’s just that in more important matters his mind is usually aligned with that of whoever is in charge at the time, because they surely know best.
History:
Name Kreedath
Age 27 Turns
Color Sail (m), #DBD9DA
Place of Birth Cat’s Paw
Current Location Cat’s Paw
Appearance:
At just under twenty-three feet in length, Kreedath is fairly average in length for one of his colour, though compared to lieutenants of other sets he might be considered fairly large. His build is fairly average as well, being muscular but not in a way that makes him look bulky. Instead his mass lies smoothly under his skin, rippling as he walks. His proportions are generally fairly good, though one might say his tail is a little long and his wings a little narrow, in a way improving his agility while having something of a detrimental effect on his stamina. His legs are of good length for his body, if a little thick, while his proudly arching his neck, supporting a long, rather handsome head. Angular, with a muzzle that’s broad at the base but tapers to a narrow tip, it has a look that’s at once refined and dramatic. His eyes are large and expressive, though shaded by heavy eyeridges that can make him look rather fierce.
In terms of colouration, his is pretty much standard for a sail. His base shade is a blend of true white and very pale greyish white, the two shades fading into each other all over his hide and being more or less indistinguishable at first glance. His wings are heavily covered in softly shining, iridescent silvery markings that form an irregular net of interconnecting lines. His tail is criss-crossed in a similar pattern, while a few less dense strands of the colour adorn his head.
Personality:
A quiet and at first glance rather reserved dragon, Kreedath is one to try and keep his dignity. When with other dragons he prefers to watch proceedings than be actively involved in them, only giving his input if he has something particularly important to say, and even then he tries to keep it to a few words. It’s not that he’s anti-social, exactly, he actually quite likes company, it’s just that he’d rather not fight to be heard. While he can and will engage in small talk if the occasion demands his best friends are the ones with whom he can sit in companionable silence for a great deal of time with neither feeling awkward or compelled to speak. That having been said he’s a little more verbal with M’ton, if only because he often feels the need to give his rider advice or suggestions in everyday life.
Despite his quietness, however, Kreedath is as kind and patient as his rider, even if he’s not so keen to show it. He likes hatchlings well enough, though of the pair he’s the stern one, keeping the winglets and their dragons in line. He can come across as strict and a little severe to some, and in a way he encourages this to try and make up for his rider’s generally easy-going attitude when it comes to discipline. Quite a traditionally-minded dragon, he’s a great believer in hard work, and pushes the young dragons as well as himself to be as dutiful and reliable as possible.
When it comes to other aspects of draconic life, Kreedath is more or less standard. He enjoys fighting Thread for all its dangers, though he also greatly appreciates the protection offered by a well-trained fighting Wing. He likes darkness and relishes heat, and he also enjoys chasing females, though he limits himself to small females as well as female sails, rather than embarrassing himself by attempting to catch a queen and failing miserably. One of his greatest pleasures though, is simply sitting with his rider as they read a good book together.
Age: 42 Turns
Sex and Gender: Male and male
Sexual and Romantic Orientations: Mostly homosexual
Species: Tailed - bear
Rank and Craft: Sail Wingletmaster (nocturnal)
Place of Birth: Feldspar
Current Location: Cat’s Paw
Family:
- Amaraly, a 65 Turn old retired housewife, M’ton's mother
- Loton, a fisherman that died aged 58, M’ton's father
- Lotarin, a 45 Turn old fisherman, M’ton’s brother
- Toma, a 42 Turn old housewife, M’ton’s twin sister
- Tonnaross, a Holdbrat who died aged 6, M’ton’s brother
- Rosami, a 35 Turn old nanny, M’ton’s sister
- H’vesh of Lash Pisketh, a 40 Turn old wingrider, M’ton’s weyrmate
Pets: 28 Turn old green firelizard Jen, 14 Turn old blue firelizard Mist
Hair: Slick and black with traces of grey, hangs at around a third of the way down the back and is usually contained in a pony tail
Eyes: Very dark brown, nearly black, and heavily-lidded so that they appear even darker
Height and Build: 6’1” in height. Sturdy, muscular and broad
Appearance:
At first glance, M’ton is a rather imposing man. Although not unusually tall he has a broad and powerful figure, his hips and waist both being wide and his middle fleshed out with bunched muscles. Some remark that his belly’s beginning to expand a little as he enters middle age, but as it’s all as of yet contained beneath his middle all it does at the moment is make him look even bigger. It doesn’t help that almost his entire body is covered in what can only be described as a pelt. Medium brown fur covers him, not only on his ears and small, wedge-shaped tail but from head to toe, leaving only the palms of his hands, soles of his feet and certain areas he doesn’t often expose to the public uncovered. Most of this fur is short and stiff, but on his neck and shoulders it’s much longer if still coarse, forming a sort of mane. It’s for this reason that unless he’s riding or a formal outfit is required, he tends not to bother with shirts, making do with trousers, shoes, and perhaps a loose leather waistcoat.
The fur on his face is comparatively very short, no more than a couple of millimetres in length, and thus does not overly soften his features. That having been said, his features were hardly very severe to begin with. M’ton has a fairly round face with a wide jaw, blunt chin and cheeks that dimple when he grins. A fairly wide mouth gives his easy smile a jolly look, especially in combination with his eyes that, while very dark, have a twinkle to them that speaks of good humour. His nose is quite wide and flat, not particularly prominent, while his ears are two brown semi-circles that poke up through the coarse black hair that hangs from his head. The kindness in M’ton’s face is easily overlooked, however, thanks to the fact that he also looks rather wild. Considering his general furriness, shaving the hair that grows on his chin would leave him looking ridiculous, and so he lets the thick greying beard there grow. A picture of organised chaos, it’s a thick and curly but neatly trimmed triangle with a braid down either side.
Personality:
M’ton is everyone’s dad, or at least he’d like to be. A kind and fatherly man, he loves nothing more than taking children, winglets, and anyone else he feels need looking after under his wing, and has a tendency to be more protective than his protectees really feel necessary, though of course he means well. Gifted with a good sense of humour and easy conversation, most people find him ideal company; good fun to have around but not too commanding of attention. He’s welcoming and accepting of pretty much anyone, he likes meeting new people and does his best to make them feel at home.
That having been said, so comfortable and relaxed is he with life in general that he sometimes forgets some people are shier than others. Loud and sometimes rather boisterous, he can be a little intimidating to a more timid person, and his habit of playfully teasing his pupils can sometimes be taken less than well by more proud individual, though while the former is a genuine fault on his part, the second is sometimes intentional. If M’ton doesn’t actively dislike arrogance he certainly disapproves of it, and his teasing is intended as a way to humble others. He’s a great believer in not taking oneself too seriously, and as such his jokes are as likely to be self-deprecating than others, but even so, not everyone appreciates his jibes, for all they may be meant in kindness.
For all his teasing and occasional bouts of boisterousness, however, M’ton is a gentle man at heart. Come to him with a problem and he’ll do his best to help you with it, and even if his advice may not be the best (it usually comprises something along the lines of ‘just try not to worry about it’ or ‘have you tried inviting them ‘round for klah?’), he’s very good at listening. A patient, sensitive and above all selfless person, he’s well used to dealing with the drama his teenaged pupils seem to be so prone to.
It might be said that M’ton is an uncomplicated person, definitely more a follower than a leader. He takes his role as wingletmaster seriously and is no pushover with his pupils, but when it comes to his equals and superiors, he’s very much happy to go with the flow. Not unintelligent but not the brightest nor the most highly educated people, he generally thinks it’s better to let those smarter than him make the big decisions. Oh, he’s not afraid to speak his mind and in small matters he’s happy to make his objections heard, it’s just that in more important matters his mind is usually aligned with that of whoever is in charge at the time, because they surely know best.
History:
- Born Maraton, the second son of Loton, a fisherman and his wife Amaraly at Feldspar Hold along with his twin sister Toma
- Early Turns were much like those of any Holdbrat, spent playing with his sister and older brother Lotarin as well as other children of the Hold
- When Maraton was four another brother, Tonnaross was born
- A second sister came when Maraton was seven
- For his eighth birthday, Loton took Maraton out on his boat, something he had been asking for for a while. This marked the beginning of his training in fishercraft
- Maraton enjoyed going out with his father and tried his best, though he had no natural skill for the craft. Loton persisted all the same
- When Maraton was ten, younger brother Tonnaross was killed while out swimming when a sudden squall came up. The family was naturally distraught.
- Maraton continued his training in fishercraft, and began to improve.
- When he was fourteen, a clutch from his mother’s green firelizard was found and each of the children got an egg. Maraton’s hatched into a green, Jen
- When he was fifteen, Maraton was Searched by a rider from Cat’s Paw Weyr to Stand at a recently laid clutch. He was sceptical; he’d never considered riding as an option, but he went along anyway
- During the ensuing hatching he Impressed a sail, Kreedath, and entered weyrlinghood, where the new pair did fairly well
- Upon graduation they were assigned a wing, where M’ton met H’vesh, a lashrider that would go on to become his weyrmate
- He did well enough as a wingrider, and would likely have remained in that position until his retirement if H’vesh hadn’t encouraged him to apply as an assistant nocturnal wingletmaster
- He got the position aged twenty-six, and immediately loved it
- When he was twenty-eight, he found a clutch by his green firelizard Jen and Impressed a blue from it, Mist
- He continued as wingletmaster’s assistant until he was thirty-five, at which point the previous wingletmaster retired and he took over the nocturnal classes
- He has been training winglets ever since
Name Kreedath
Age 27 Turns
Color Sail (m), #DBD9DA
Place of Birth Cat’s Paw
Current Location Cat’s Paw
Appearance:
At just under twenty-three feet in length, Kreedath is fairly average in length for one of his colour, though compared to lieutenants of other sets he might be considered fairly large. His build is fairly average as well, being muscular but not in a way that makes him look bulky. Instead his mass lies smoothly under his skin, rippling as he walks. His proportions are generally fairly good, though one might say his tail is a little long and his wings a little narrow, in a way improving his agility while having something of a detrimental effect on his stamina. His legs are of good length for his body, if a little thick, while his proudly arching his neck, supporting a long, rather handsome head. Angular, with a muzzle that’s broad at the base but tapers to a narrow tip, it has a look that’s at once refined and dramatic. His eyes are large and expressive, though shaded by heavy eyeridges that can make him look rather fierce.
In terms of colouration, his is pretty much standard for a sail. His base shade is a blend of true white and very pale greyish white, the two shades fading into each other all over his hide and being more or less indistinguishable at first glance. His wings are heavily covered in softly shining, iridescent silvery markings that form an irregular net of interconnecting lines. His tail is criss-crossed in a similar pattern, while a few less dense strands of the colour adorn his head.
Personality:
A quiet and at first glance rather reserved dragon, Kreedath is one to try and keep his dignity. When with other dragons he prefers to watch proceedings than be actively involved in them, only giving his input if he has something particularly important to say, and even then he tries to keep it to a few words. It’s not that he’s anti-social, exactly, he actually quite likes company, it’s just that he’d rather not fight to be heard. While he can and will engage in small talk if the occasion demands his best friends are the ones with whom he can sit in companionable silence for a great deal of time with neither feeling awkward or compelled to speak. That having been said he’s a little more verbal with M’ton, if only because he often feels the need to give his rider advice or suggestions in everyday life.
Despite his quietness, however, Kreedath is as kind and patient as his rider, even if he’s not so keen to show it. He likes hatchlings well enough, though of the pair he’s the stern one, keeping the winglets and their dragons in line. He can come across as strict and a little severe to some, and in a way he encourages this to try and make up for his rider’s generally easy-going attitude when it comes to discipline. Quite a traditionally-minded dragon, he’s a great believer in hard work, and pushes the young dragons as well as himself to be as dutiful and reliable as possible.
When it comes to other aspects of draconic life, Kreedath is more or less standard. He enjoys fighting Thread for all its dangers, though he also greatly appreciates the protection offered by a well-trained fighting Wing. He likes darkness and relishes heat, and he also enjoys chasing females, though he limits himself to small females as well as female sails, rather than embarrassing himself by attempting to catch a queen and failing miserably. One of his greatest pleasures though, is simply sitting with his rider as they read a good book together.
