Post by daesiggil on Oct 25, 2009 13:23:20 GMT -5
If you rather like him as something else or a lot younger, feel free to say so. ^^
Username: DaeSiggil
Other Characters: Creline (waiting for acceptance)
Character Name: Amar (Am'r)
Age: 56 turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Rank: (Retired) Weyrleader
Craft Specialty: none
Current Residence: Weyr
Appearance: He is a big guy about 5'9", unthanks his quite old age, he is strong. He seems to brute to work with fine things. But he has surprisingly tender hands with fingers that can handle fine things like needles, though they are rough from earlier work when he was a child. His general appearance may suggest he's healthy, but he isn't. He's slightly underweight, and seems to depend on the weather as it's sometimes okay all of a sudden.
His hair is short and a dark auburn brown-red although it starts to starts to grey on his sleeps. His eyes a dark green-brown color with specks of lighter brown through with a normal shape that everyone has, from far they may appear a strange color, like an amber-ish color and carry a strict look from time to time. His face is friendly and open. As a shadow side though, he may suddenly become strict looking, the time for joking and making fun is done.
His nose is broad, his lips are quite small compared to it. His eyebrows are like dark caterpillars placed over his eyes, shadowing them but do not hide the glistering.
His voice is a deep, warm baritone that is pleasant to listen too.
His shoulders are broad along with his chest with muscles, his waist is, compared to that, narrow. His legs suggest that he runs a lot, his arms that he carries a heavy weight from time to time, unthanks the straining muscles he seems to carry a swimmer's body and has a strange elegance to him, also, unlike his build insists he can move around soundless although he tends to make his footsteps loud enough that he doesn't startle anyone.
Better hidden because the healthy looking and dark tan over his skin are the scars, caused by small accidents when his Dragon got mad from the pain as Calarith got hit with thread. A few scars are also from Thread as it fell on him.
He doesn't carry something special. He just takes and wears the first clothes he gets his hands on, if he perchance is out for new clothes he just looks for them, depending if he thinks them nice or not, or someone else will do this for him.
Personality: He is a nice and very social guy and more than once a Dragon, Men or other sought him out for a good, long talk. He's thoughtful and is quick to voice said thoughts to the outside world and also he's found often to chat about his children, wife or home, carrying a huge smile. The 'darker' thoughts are to himself, like small problems he can deal with himself, but those times aren't often that he hides his thoughts.
He doesn't mind that they play pranks, tell jokes about him, even when he's close by. He's found often laughing alongside with them.
He isn't quick to anger, but once you got him angry enough you can better run, those arms could easily break limbs like they where a twig.
Sometimes if everything around him is too much he will walk outside, staying in a silence no one can break. He doesn't mind that they stand next to him and talk, but they just don't need to expect an answer..
Although once he's in the weyrleader mode the gentle, caring person is gone and his word is command then and he won't take crap from anyone. One could find him yelling commands around to the ones beneath him and they comply, not wanting to anger the 'gentle giant' because his anger can be a terrible thing.
He doesn't stand for fights and never will start one and doesn't step in one. But he will take the two fighting persons apart and force them to either apology or ignore each other for the rest if it goes too far for him.
History: He was born like most of the people in a hold and was raised there. He had a lot of friends and it was rare to see them apart. He seemed like most children, once destined to stand for a clutch as a Candidate. So it didn't come as a big surprise when a now name- and faceless blue-rider chose him to come with him to the Weyr and go stand before the clutch.
He impressed a bronze, although at first it looked that it wasn't destined to be so. He just bowed his head in silent gratitude and turned, going to get some fresh meat for the hungry hatch-ling. He would stop at nothing to be the best of the best.
He fought in countless thread-falls and he obvious survived, getting respect as he always seemed the one that came out with the least amount of wounds.
He felt like it couldn't turn happier. He was one of the little amount of riders that had a weyrmate for a very long time, who loved him, he could care for himself and her. He didn't slack off though in his work as he knew that it would start just now and continued to give his best, even when he felt like giving up one of his friends would talk to him and gave him the courage to continue, what really let him continue was the birth of his son when he was Thirty-one. When he was thirty-five his daughter Zora was born, filling him with great joy.
But then disaster seemed to struck him, his 'wife' wasn't happy anymore with him, the same woman he adored with all his heart, body and soul. He understood this though that she couldn't handle that he sometimes was caught into lust and dived into the bed with some woman instead of her, and let her leave with great pain in his own heart, tears nearly streaming from his eyes. He didn't hate her, he just loved her all the more, to the day of today they're still friends and no awkwardness can be seen between those two if they see each other.
The divorce opened a new way for him though and for Calarith. The bronze, in the best of his years, chased the Queen and caught her, mating with her for the first time. The new Weyrleader was chosen, he fell in the mating lust as be expected and fell in bed with some faceless woman; making her pregnant, the first child that he didn't really expect to come. He did care for the female child if he came across her, but for the rest didn't do nothing more.
He was more focused on getting the wings to full strength and training them to perfection; even the slightly older riders often where called to training still to keep them in shape. He trained himself and Calarith often as well, he was -is still- feared and well-respected and one often calls on him for knowledge.
Pets: None
RP Example: Mine. The cool tenor of the dragon's voice echoed in his mind. He blinked slowly and looked over Yes? He questioned, it wasn't often that Calarith decided to speak, but if he did it would be quite important What will happen to us? The dragon questioned, seeming afraid of the unknown. Am'r smiled softly; stroking the soft, oiled hide of Calarith and shook his head slowly I don't know. He responded, the eyelids of the dragon slowly slided lower, he enjoyed the attention of His.
The dragon stirred of a sudden and looked at Am'r with bright swirling eyes I make this promise to you. He said suddenly, worried and afraid for the unknown I will always stay by your side, even if it would be time for me to die. Am'r tsked softly, turning emotional at the sudden fierce voice of his partner, his friend Outlive me, ey? He chuckled, trying to bring a lighter atmosphere into the conversation. The bronze understood and barked a soft mental laugh and stood up, stretching as he looked at the lake that stretched out in front of them Let us enjoy the water, Am'rMine. He suggested, Am'r nodded and stood up; pressing his hand against his lower-back for a moment, a groan escaping him.
They didn't how much time they had left, but they where intend to make the best out of it each day they had left with each other. The bronze oddly playful as Am'r stroked his hide, washing it lightly and massaging the aches away that the Dragon had, sometimes prodding the soft hide and ducking away at a playful sweep of a paw.
Name: Calarith
Age: 45 turns
Color: Bronze
Appearance: The bronze is larger than the average bronze and he doesn't mind one bit, knowing that it had helped him with chasing the Queen. The countless scars on his hide -caused by Thread- are a silent hint of his age; the membranes between the tender fingers of his wings are a bit ripped in places as well. His color has dulled, but it's obvious that it was once vibrant. His eyes always swirl with color, mostly a gentle green.
Personality: He finds that he had a fruitful live and is expecting any moment to lose His and go Between. His doesn't seem to die anytime soon however so he doesn't as well, having made the promise that he would not die sooner than His; unthanks the pain this would cause him. He's level-headed and silent, never speaking unless it is needed, and always tries to help Am'r, driving the man to insanity sometimes. He also doesn't speak about the pain he has, although it gets clearer each day in the way he moves.
Username: DaeSiggil
Other Characters: Creline (waiting for acceptance)
Character Name: Amar (Am'r)
Age: 56 turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Rank: (Retired) Weyrleader
Craft Specialty: none
Current Residence: Weyr
Appearance: He is a big guy about 5'9", unthanks his quite old age, he is strong. He seems to brute to work with fine things. But he has surprisingly tender hands with fingers that can handle fine things like needles, though they are rough from earlier work when he was a child. His general appearance may suggest he's healthy, but he isn't. He's slightly underweight, and seems to depend on the weather as it's sometimes okay all of a sudden.
His hair is short and a dark auburn brown-red although it starts to starts to grey on his sleeps. His eyes a dark green-brown color with specks of lighter brown through with a normal shape that everyone has, from far they may appear a strange color, like an amber-ish color and carry a strict look from time to time. His face is friendly and open. As a shadow side though, he may suddenly become strict looking, the time for joking and making fun is done.
His nose is broad, his lips are quite small compared to it. His eyebrows are like dark caterpillars placed over his eyes, shadowing them but do not hide the glistering.
His voice is a deep, warm baritone that is pleasant to listen too.
His shoulders are broad along with his chest with muscles, his waist is, compared to that, narrow. His legs suggest that he runs a lot, his arms that he carries a heavy weight from time to time, unthanks the straining muscles he seems to carry a swimmer's body and has a strange elegance to him, also, unlike his build insists he can move around soundless although he tends to make his footsteps loud enough that he doesn't startle anyone.
Better hidden because the healthy looking and dark tan over his skin are the scars, caused by small accidents when his Dragon got mad from the pain as Calarith got hit with thread. A few scars are also from Thread as it fell on him.
He doesn't carry something special. He just takes and wears the first clothes he gets his hands on, if he perchance is out for new clothes he just looks for them, depending if he thinks them nice or not, or someone else will do this for him.
Personality: He is a nice and very social guy and more than once a Dragon, Men or other sought him out for a good, long talk. He's thoughtful and is quick to voice said thoughts to the outside world and also he's found often to chat about his children, wife or home, carrying a huge smile. The 'darker' thoughts are to himself, like small problems he can deal with himself, but those times aren't often that he hides his thoughts.
He doesn't mind that they play pranks, tell jokes about him, even when he's close by. He's found often laughing alongside with them.
He isn't quick to anger, but once you got him angry enough you can better run, those arms could easily break limbs like they where a twig.
Sometimes if everything around him is too much he will walk outside, staying in a silence no one can break. He doesn't mind that they stand next to him and talk, but they just don't need to expect an answer..
Although once he's in the weyrleader mode the gentle, caring person is gone and his word is command then and he won't take crap from anyone. One could find him yelling commands around to the ones beneath him and they comply, not wanting to anger the 'gentle giant' because his anger can be a terrible thing.
He doesn't stand for fights and never will start one and doesn't step in one. But he will take the two fighting persons apart and force them to either apology or ignore each other for the rest if it goes too far for him.
History: He was born like most of the people in a hold and was raised there. He had a lot of friends and it was rare to see them apart. He seemed like most children, once destined to stand for a clutch as a Candidate. So it didn't come as a big surprise when a now name- and faceless blue-rider chose him to come with him to the Weyr and go stand before the clutch.
He impressed a bronze, although at first it looked that it wasn't destined to be so. He just bowed his head in silent gratitude and turned, going to get some fresh meat for the hungry hatch-ling. He would stop at nothing to be the best of the best.
He fought in countless thread-falls and he obvious survived, getting respect as he always seemed the one that came out with the least amount of wounds.
He felt like it couldn't turn happier. He was one of the little amount of riders that had a weyrmate for a very long time, who loved him, he could care for himself and her. He didn't slack off though in his work as he knew that it would start just now and continued to give his best, even when he felt like giving up one of his friends would talk to him and gave him the courage to continue, what really let him continue was the birth of his son when he was Thirty-one. When he was thirty-five his daughter Zora was born, filling him with great joy.
But then disaster seemed to struck him, his 'wife' wasn't happy anymore with him, the same woman he adored with all his heart, body and soul. He understood this though that she couldn't handle that he sometimes was caught into lust and dived into the bed with some woman instead of her, and let her leave with great pain in his own heart, tears nearly streaming from his eyes. He didn't hate her, he just loved her all the more, to the day of today they're still friends and no awkwardness can be seen between those two if they see each other.
The divorce opened a new way for him though and for Calarith. The bronze, in the best of his years, chased the Queen and caught her, mating with her for the first time. The new Weyrleader was chosen, he fell in the mating lust as be expected and fell in bed with some faceless woman; making her pregnant, the first child that he didn't really expect to come. He did care for the female child if he came across her, but for the rest didn't do nothing more.
He was more focused on getting the wings to full strength and training them to perfection; even the slightly older riders often where called to training still to keep them in shape. He trained himself and Calarith often as well, he was -is still- feared and well-respected and one often calls on him for knowledge.
Pets: None
RP Example: Mine. The cool tenor of the dragon's voice echoed in his mind. He blinked slowly and looked over Yes? He questioned, it wasn't often that Calarith decided to speak, but if he did it would be quite important What will happen to us? The dragon questioned, seeming afraid of the unknown. Am'r smiled softly; stroking the soft, oiled hide of Calarith and shook his head slowly I don't know. He responded, the eyelids of the dragon slowly slided lower, he enjoyed the attention of His.
The dragon stirred of a sudden and looked at Am'r with bright swirling eyes I make this promise to you. He said suddenly, worried and afraid for the unknown I will always stay by your side, even if it would be time for me to die. Am'r tsked softly, turning emotional at the sudden fierce voice of his partner, his friend Outlive me, ey? He chuckled, trying to bring a lighter atmosphere into the conversation. The bronze understood and barked a soft mental laugh and stood up, stretching as he looked at the lake that stretched out in front of them Let us enjoy the water, Am'rMine. He suggested, Am'r nodded and stood up; pressing his hand against his lower-back for a moment, a groan escaping him.
They didn't how much time they had left, but they where intend to make the best out of it each day they had left with each other. The bronze oddly playful as Am'r stroked his hide, washing it lightly and massaging the aches away that the Dragon had, sometimes prodding the soft hide and ducking away at a playful sweep of a paw.
Name: Calarith
Age: 45 turns
Color: Bronze
Appearance: The bronze is larger than the average bronze and he doesn't mind one bit, knowing that it had helped him with chasing the Queen. The countless scars on his hide -caused by Thread- are a silent hint of his age; the membranes between the tender fingers of his wings are a bit ripped in places as well. His color has dulled, but it's obvious that it was once vibrant. His eyes always swirl with color, mostly a gentle green.
Personality: He finds that he had a fruitful live and is expecting any moment to lose His and go Between. His doesn't seem to die anytime soon however so he doesn't as well, having made the promise that he would not die sooner than His; unthanks the pain this would cause him. He's level-headed and silent, never speaking unless it is needed, and always tries to help Am'r, driving the man to insanity sometimes. He also doesn't speak about the pain he has, although it gets clearer each day in the way he moves.
