Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2012 12:53:26 GMT -5
NAME: Y'ril
RANK: Wingrider
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
DRAGON: Green Moth
PETS: N/A
APPEARANCE: A tall, slender, dark haired boy with light brown eyes, Y'ril has handsome enough, if unexceptional, features. His face is a bit too thin and his nose a bit too large, but on the whole, he is unremarkable, with mostly even, forgettable features. Typically dressed in somber colors and flattering cuts, he looks much like any other rider. It's only upon closer examination that most will realize Y'ril's not just slender, he's thin as a twig. While Y'ril once had the leanly muscled build typical to dragon riders, he's going to make things as easy on his Moth as he can and eats little. His build is all hard angles and gangly elbows and knees and he's determined to keep it that way, thank you very much.
PERSONALITY FAULTS: Ambitious, touchy and a bit temperamental, Y'ril isn't the type to accept limitations. Sure, his dragon's small, but so what? They can fly, they can handle it. He doesn't want your pity. Driven to a fault, Y'ril will push himself and his bond harder and harder and will never admit weakness, even when his stubbornness puts his dragon at risk.
Entitled and haughty, Y'ril wants the best out of life and is not satisfied by what he sees. While he's stopped whining about the accommodations by this point, he's not exactly happy with his weyr, or much of anything, really, besides his dragon. Cynical and not particularly social, he doesn't care for many of his fellow riders, especially not those whose dragons are larger than his own Moth, which seems to be everyone these days.
Sure of his own abilities and those of his dragon, Y'ril has no doubt they are capable of anything a larger dragon and her rider can do. He will attempt the supposedly impossible, often with disastrous results.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: If there's one good thing to be said about Y'ril, it's that he's driven. Yes, he pushes his dragon hard, but he pushes himself even harder. He wants to be the best and if he's not going to have that handed to him on a silver platter, so be it. He'll earn it on his own. Sure, he may never be weyrleader, but that doesn't mean he's not going to try to be the best wingrider in the weyr. He has his pride, after all, stop looking so surprised about it.
While he may be dissatisfied with Moth's small size, there is no doubting that he truly loves his dragon. He may not necessarily make things easy for her, but when push comes to shove, he's on her side, always. And if anyone dares imply she's less than perfect...
Y'ril's confidence, while often misplaced, gives him a common, steady demeanor in threadfall. He's not the type to slip because he's nervous, or much of anything else. Coolly determined and fully focused on the task at hand, he and Moth will be an excellent fighting pair, until Moth begins to tire, that is.
FAMILY:
Father: W'ril, Bronzerider, Southern Weyr
Yreen, Greenrider, Mavros Weyr
Various half-siblings between the ages of 10 and 20
HISTORY: Born in Southern, the eldest son of a bronzerider and a greenrider, Yeeril always knew he was a flight baby and was never particularly bothered by the fact. Raised in the Creche alongside most of the other Weyr children, Yeeril had no doubt where he was going in life: Stand as a Candidate, Impress a bronze his first go-round, become weyrleader. Why shouldn't he? He was as clever, as brave, as strong as the next boy. He deserved it, the bronze was practically his right!
He began standing at Southern when he turned 13, like most of his friends, and watched as one after the other Impressed, while he was left behind. Turns passed and Yeeril grew disillusioned, withdrawing into himself and devoting himself single-mindedly to lessons and chores, into making himself the ideal Candidate, in the hope that his bronze would see it and take notice.
When he turned 18, still unImpressed, his mother decided the lad needed a change of scene. Perhaps at another weyr he'd have better luck Impressing and perhaps being away from his old companions would get him out of the barracks and away from the books for a little while. Yeeril was not happy. He liked Southern, didn't want to leave, didn't HAVE to leave. He was good enough to Impress a Southern dragon...
But leave he did, talked around by tales of Mavros, where they needed someone, needed him. Well, if they needed his help, needed a Candidate as skilled as him...He supposed he could deign to grace their Hatching Sands. And he could always transfer back with his bronze, once he Impressed one.
Upon arriving at Mavros, however, Yeeril found the weyr was not to his satisfaction. The accommodations were sparse compared to Southern and it seemed hardly a sevenday passed without a new crisis of some form. He'd said he'd do it though, so he was going to stay, going to stay and see this through. He'd been getting sick of seeing his old friend R'et prancing around like he owned the place anyway, even if he had Impressed bronze.
And then Yeeril turned twenty, still dragonless, nearly aged out of Candidacy. He was desperate, didn't know what he was going to do if he didn't Impress. This was his life's goal, what he'd been working towards since he was a weyrbrat. When, a turn later, the Candidate were offered the chance to stand at Mirran, Yeeril was one of the first to sign up, determined that this time would be his turn.
And, finally, it was. But the dragon that found him on the sands wasn't the bronze he'd been expecting but a tiny green, Moth. Well fine then. Green or no green, he's going to be the best rider he can. And surely even a runt of a green is better than no dragon, especially if it's Moth. She gets it, even if no one else does.
The pair made it through Weyrlinghood with little enough trouble. Y'ril is somewhat bothered by his dragon's limitations, but they've worked out a system by now and both are determined to hide any sign of weakness. Y'ril always knew he'd Impress an incredible dragon. And don't you dare deny it.
IN THE EVENT OF YOUR SUDDEN, UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE SITE AT ANY POINT IN TIME, WHAT DO YOU WISH TO BECOME OF THIS CHARACTER AND ANY CREATURES THEY MAY IMPRESS?
a. Put them up for adoption by another player.
RANK: Wingrider
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
DRAGON: Green Moth
PETS: N/A
APPEARANCE: A tall, slender, dark haired boy with light brown eyes, Y'ril has handsome enough, if unexceptional, features. His face is a bit too thin and his nose a bit too large, but on the whole, he is unremarkable, with mostly even, forgettable features. Typically dressed in somber colors and flattering cuts, he looks much like any other rider. It's only upon closer examination that most will realize Y'ril's not just slender, he's thin as a twig. While Y'ril once had the leanly muscled build typical to dragon riders, he's going to make things as easy on his Moth as he can and eats little. His build is all hard angles and gangly elbows and knees and he's determined to keep it that way, thank you very much.
PERSONALITY FAULTS: Ambitious, touchy and a bit temperamental, Y'ril isn't the type to accept limitations. Sure, his dragon's small, but so what? They can fly, they can handle it. He doesn't want your pity. Driven to a fault, Y'ril will push himself and his bond harder and harder and will never admit weakness, even when his stubbornness puts his dragon at risk.
Entitled and haughty, Y'ril wants the best out of life and is not satisfied by what he sees. While he's stopped whining about the accommodations by this point, he's not exactly happy with his weyr, or much of anything, really, besides his dragon. Cynical and not particularly social, he doesn't care for many of his fellow riders, especially not those whose dragons are larger than his own Moth, which seems to be everyone these days.
Sure of his own abilities and those of his dragon, Y'ril has no doubt they are capable of anything a larger dragon and her rider can do. He will attempt the supposedly impossible, often with disastrous results.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: If there's one good thing to be said about Y'ril, it's that he's driven. Yes, he pushes his dragon hard, but he pushes himself even harder. He wants to be the best and if he's not going to have that handed to him on a silver platter, so be it. He'll earn it on his own. Sure, he may never be weyrleader, but that doesn't mean he's not going to try to be the best wingrider in the weyr. He has his pride, after all, stop looking so surprised about it.
While he may be dissatisfied with Moth's small size, there is no doubting that he truly loves his dragon. He may not necessarily make things easy for her, but when push comes to shove, he's on her side, always. And if anyone dares imply she's less than perfect...
Y'ril's confidence, while often misplaced, gives him a common, steady demeanor in threadfall. He's not the type to slip because he's nervous, or much of anything else. Coolly determined and fully focused on the task at hand, he and Moth will be an excellent fighting pair, until Moth begins to tire, that is.
FAMILY:
Father: W'ril, Bronzerider, Southern Weyr
Yreen, Greenrider, Mavros Weyr
Various half-siblings between the ages of 10 and 20
HISTORY: Born in Southern, the eldest son of a bronzerider and a greenrider, Yeeril always knew he was a flight baby and was never particularly bothered by the fact. Raised in the Creche alongside most of the other Weyr children, Yeeril had no doubt where he was going in life: Stand as a Candidate, Impress a bronze his first go-round, become weyrleader. Why shouldn't he? He was as clever, as brave, as strong as the next boy. He deserved it, the bronze was practically his right!
He began standing at Southern when he turned 13, like most of his friends, and watched as one after the other Impressed, while he was left behind. Turns passed and Yeeril grew disillusioned, withdrawing into himself and devoting himself single-mindedly to lessons and chores, into making himself the ideal Candidate, in the hope that his bronze would see it and take notice.
When he turned 18, still unImpressed, his mother decided the lad needed a change of scene. Perhaps at another weyr he'd have better luck Impressing and perhaps being away from his old companions would get him out of the barracks and away from the books for a little while. Yeeril was not happy. He liked Southern, didn't want to leave, didn't HAVE to leave. He was good enough to Impress a Southern dragon...
But leave he did, talked around by tales of Mavros, where they needed someone, needed him. Well, if they needed his help, needed a Candidate as skilled as him...He supposed he could deign to grace their Hatching Sands. And he could always transfer back with his bronze, once he Impressed one.
Upon arriving at Mavros, however, Yeeril found the weyr was not to his satisfaction. The accommodations were sparse compared to Southern and it seemed hardly a sevenday passed without a new crisis of some form. He'd said he'd do it though, so he was going to stay, going to stay and see this through. He'd been getting sick of seeing his old friend R'et prancing around like he owned the place anyway, even if he had Impressed bronze.
And then Yeeril turned twenty, still dragonless, nearly aged out of Candidacy. He was desperate, didn't know what he was going to do if he didn't Impress. This was his life's goal, what he'd been working towards since he was a weyrbrat. When, a turn later, the Candidate were offered the chance to stand at Mirran, Yeeril was one of the first to sign up, determined that this time would be his turn.
And, finally, it was. But the dragon that found him on the sands wasn't the bronze he'd been expecting but a tiny green, Moth. Well fine then. Green or no green, he's going to be the best rider he can. And surely even a runt of a green is better than no dragon, especially if it's Moth. She gets it, even if no one else does.
The pair made it through Weyrlinghood with little enough trouble. Y'ril is somewhat bothered by his dragon's limitations, but they've worked out a system by now and both are determined to hide any sign of weakness. Y'ril always knew he'd Impress an incredible dragon. And don't you dare deny it.
IN THE EVENT OF YOUR SUDDEN, UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE SITE AT ANY POINT IN TIME, WHAT DO YOU WISH TO BECOME OF THIS CHARACTER AND ANY CREATURES THEY MAY IMPRESS?
a. Put them up for adoption by another player.