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Post by B'dob and Bronze Thrandath on Oct 3, 2009 16:02:55 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO
Player Name: B'dob
Other Characters: N/A
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: B'dob
Age: 32
Gender: male
Sexuality:Strait
Rank: Bronze Rider
Craft Specialty: He spent some time with the weyr harper and can play the guitar pretty good and can sing really well, but he does not affiliate with the craft.
Residence: Benden Weyr
Appearance:B'dob is a tall man, towering at six foot five inches tall. He has braued shoulders and a deep chest. Built like a bear, he seems a menising figure, though his face softens his appearence. His hair is a rich brownish blond color and twists into tight currls. A thick "mountain man" beard and mustash cover a large portion of his face. A thread score scar twists down from above his right eye, starting up in his hairline and parts that eye brow. His eyes are in direct contention with his dark appearence. Wattery blue in color, they soffen his face and make him appear like the gentle giant he is.
Personality:B'dob is a sweet man with a soft voice and a soft, gentle touch. His appearence is at odds with his actual nature. Unlikely as it seems, he is more of a scholar than any other real description and he absolutely loves to pour over the old records and hear what went on so many turns ago. His whole nature is rather charismatic and he has a way with words that makes it easy for him to get his point across. He is the appitomy of a people person and loves to make people laugh mostly because that is his favorite expression of his delight in the world around him. His true love is for dragon kind and he would do anything to protect them. His greatest fear in the world would be a loss of knowledge amoung people. THe sad thing is, with the death of craft secrets comes his greatest fear. At some point in time, expecialy since the end of thread he wants to have a family. Before the end of thread, he held back, not wanting to bring a child into the world as thread rained down, and have there be a chance that he would die before his children could remember him.
History:It wasn't the first woman that the weyr had taken in for shelter and safety. The brown rider had fealt doubly obligated seeings as the woman was far into a pregnancy and had no way of escaping if thread should fall upon her. She was braught back to the weyr where she stayed until her time came. Born in the weyr and named Batandoblan, he grew up in the lower caverns, not knowing his parents. After his birth, B'dob's mother gave him to a woman in the lover caverns. Franticly saying how he was the son of a rider. Once her son was in safe hands she ran away without a word more spoken. B'dob never knew who his father was though he was told that his mother looked to be of Ruathan decent whether she was of the blood or not. Like all boys he was a son of the whole weyr and was expected to help with whatever he was capible. He was particularly skilled in not letting other's tell him he was too young to do anything, though he probably was a lot of the time. At twelve, he towered above many of the other kids his own age, an aquard bystander. Even though, unlike many of them, he was chosen durring his first presentation upon the sands. Once his eyes locked with the little bronze he felt himself as not longer being the outcast. He and Thrandath worked their way through all they were asked to do, striving to compleate the levels expected of them before they could become riders in full. Soon they obtained their own respective places in the weyr. Durring their first fall as full fledged riders, B'dob had made a false call as they attacked a long strand of thread. A strong gust of wind, added to the updraft in the area, sweapt the strand of thread right into B'dob's face, lancing a would that stretched from his hairline to his eyebrow. THe weyrhealer had told him that only an inch lower, and B'dob would have lost his eye. Despite disagreaments, injury, and misshaps, the two of them have held the same healthy bond ever since that day on the sands.
Pets:
Sample Post: B'dob looked up from where he was working in the bowl, heaving rockes around. He didn't like the work but it had to be done never the less and it did get done faster when he was helping. Thrandath looked down on his partner from his ledge, 'Are you sure that you do not want me to help? It would be done much faster and we could go and swim.' His voice was imploring but B'dob repeated that dragons did not move rocks but Thrandath could go and bath in the lake by himself if he wished. Still chuckling B'dob reached down for another large stone and continued moving it. Thrandath snorted, 'What is a bath without someone to scrub? I will wait until you are done.' His lids closed then and he began to dose. Hearing his name called, B'dob looked up. Spotting the adresser he waved a large, dirt stained hand and hallered, "Be over in a sec!" Turning he dusted his hands on his jerkin before walking over to see what they wanted.
DRAGON INFO - IF APPLICABLE
Name:Thrandath
Color: Bronze
Age: 20
Appearance:He is a large bronze with large wingspan. He has long legs and a long whispish tail that he tends to flick when he is fealing strong emotions. His hide is a bright metalic bronze that looks like the polished mirors that the greeks and romans used in their times.
Personality: He is a quiet dragon that doesn't much like to talk with others, including dragons. The only person that can't make him shut up is B'dob. Thrandath has a healthy energy level that tends to swing more layed back. His favorite thing is scrubbings in the lake and sun bathing. Threadfall was exciting but he is glad that he does not have to put his rider is such danger any more
Player Name: B'dob
Other Characters: N/A
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: B'dob
Age: 32
Gender: male
Sexuality:Strait
Rank: Bronze Rider
Craft Specialty: He spent some time with the weyr harper and can play the guitar pretty good and can sing really well, but he does not affiliate with the craft.
Residence: Benden Weyr
Appearance:B'dob is a tall man, towering at six foot five inches tall. He has braued shoulders and a deep chest. Built like a bear, he seems a menising figure, though his face softens his appearence. His hair is a rich brownish blond color and twists into tight currls. A thick "mountain man" beard and mustash cover a large portion of his face. A thread score scar twists down from above his right eye, starting up in his hairline and parts that eye brow. His eyes are in direct contention with his dark appearence. Wattery blue in color, they soffen his face and make him appear like the gentle giant he is.
Personality:B'dob is a sweet man with a soft voice and a soft, gentle touch. His appearence is at odds with his actual nature. Unlikely as it seems, he is more of a scholar than any other real description and he absolutely loves to pour over the old records and hear what went on so many turns ago. His whole nature is rather charismatic and he has a way with words that makes it easy for him to get his point across. He is the appitomy of a people person and loves to make people laugh mostly because that is his favorite expression of his delight in the world around him. His true love is for dragon kind and he would do anything to protect them. His greatest fear in the world would be a loss of knowledge amoung people. THe sad thing is, with the death of craft secrets comes his greatest fear. At some point in time, expecialy since the end of thread he wants to have a family. Before the end of thread, he held back, not wanting to bring a child into the world as thread rained down, and have there be a chance that he would die before his children could remember him.
History:It wasn't the first woman that the weyr had taken in for shelter and safety. The brown rider had fealt doubly obligated seeings as the woman was far into a pregnancy and had no way of escaping if thread should fall upon her. She was braught back to the weyr where she stayed until her time came. Born in the weyr and named Batandoblan, he grew up in the lower caverns, not knowing his parents. After his birth, B'dob's mother gave him to a woman in the lover caverns. Franticly saying how he was the son of a rider. Once her son was in safe hands she ran away without a word more spoken. B'dob never knew who his father was though he was told that his mother looked to be of Ruathan decent whether she was of the blood or not. Like all boys he was a son of the whole weyr and was expected to help with whatever he was capible. He was particularly skilled in not letting other's tell him he was too young to do anything, though he probably was a lot of the time. At twelve, he towered above many of the other kids his own age, an aquard bystander. Even though, unlike many of them, he was chosen durring his first presentation upon the sands. Once his eyes locked with the little bronze he felt himself as not longer being the outcast. He and Thrandath worked their way through all they were asked to do, striving to compleate the levels expected of them before they could become riders in full. Soon they obtained their own respective places in the weyr. Durring their first fall as full fledged riders, B'dob had made a false call as they attacked a long strand of thread. A strong gust of wind, added to the updraft in the area, sweapt the strand of thread right into B'dob's face, lancing a would that stretched from his hairline to his eyebrow. THe weyrhealer had told him that only an inch lower, and B'dob would have lost his eye. Despite disagreaments, injury, and misshaps, the two of them have held the same healthy bond ever since that day on the sands.
Pets:
Sample Post: B'dob looked up from where he was working in the bowl, heaving rockes around. He didn't like the work but it had to be done never the less and it did get done faster when he was helping. Thrandath looked down on his partner from his ledge, 'Are you sure that you do not want me to help? It would be done much faster and we could go and swim.' His voice was imploring but B'dob repeated that dragons did not move rocks but Thrandath could go and bath in the lake by himself if he wished. Still chuckling B'dob reached down for another large stone and continued moving it. Thrandath snorted, 'What is a bath without someone to scrub? I will wait until you are done.' His lids closed then and he began to dose. Hearing his name called, B'dob looked up. Spotting the adresser he waved a large, dirt stained hand and hallered, "Be over in a sec!" Turning he dusted his hands on his jerkin before walking over to see what they wanted.
DRAGON INFO - IF APPLICABLE
Name:Thrandath
Color: Bronze
Age: 20
Appearance:He is a large bronze with large wingspan. He has long legs and a long whispish tail that he tends to flick when he is fealing strong emotions. His hide is a bright metalic bronze that looks like the polished mirors that the greeks and romans used in their times.
Personality: He is a quiet dragon that doesn't much like to talk with others, including dragons. The only person that can't make him shut up is B'dob. Thrandath has a healthy energy level that tends to swing more layed back. His favorite thing is scrubbings in the lake and sun bathing. Threadfall was exciting but he is glad that he does not have to put his rider is such danger any more
