Post by O'rion and Serenith on Jul 9, 2010 13:35:22 GMT -5
Name: O'rion (pronounced as it looks)
PREVIOUSLY Oskarion (pronounced Oscar-ryan)
Age: Nineteen Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank Bronzerider (Weyrling)
Candidate Information
Current Living Location Currently, Dragon Weyr
Color Preference Impressed Bronze
Physical Description
Oskarion is a handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes, but this can be seen just on a cursory glance. Now for an in-depth explanation.
Oskar is not a tall man, standing only at five foot nine. He is well-built, proportionate in every way, but he has few muscles. These are not too much to warrant being thought a rider or a miner, but also not too little to warrant having no muscle at all and being unable to do anything. On the contrary, he has just enough muscle for doing what he is meant to do. He also has a few scars, two on his right arm—one coming down from his inner elbow about an inch and the other travelling horizontally across that scar, intersecting like a ‘t.’ There is also a scar that crosses the left of his chest to the top left of his shoulder.
Speaking of Oskarion’s face, despite the scar, his face is usually clean-shaven and slightly angular. On off-days, one might see a small shadow of a beard growing on his chin, but usually there is little more than a shadow, and never more so that it warrants the title ‘full-grown beard.’ His soft blue eyes are accentuated by his nose and his eyebrows. His hair is brown and slightly longer than he’d like it, but he doesn’t feel like changing it; it’s waves fall to his ears, most times covering them.
The man likes to wear neutral tones, that is tan, brown, sometimes black, and gray (and any shades of it). He is mostly seen with boots firmly on his feet and a leather jacket over whatever sort of shirt he is currently wearing. But Oskarion will never, ever, except maybe at a nice occasion where it looks bad or at night when he is asleep, be seen without his belt. It looks like a simple leather strap to most people, but if people get closer, they will see the innate designs seared into it and the multitudes of small pockets and places for things to hide. The belt’s designs include swirls that make themselves into a dragon’s head on each side of the belt buckle and are died faintly so that they are slightly darker than the belt’s brown. The belt houses a knife (in a sheath), and various other things that the once-Trader sees fit to keep in it.
Avatar Image
Celebrity Name for Face Claim Ian Somerhalder
Character Personality:
Men in a Pernese society must be strong, vigilante, and must be born to be a leader. They are taught from a young age that they are better, and should be better. They are learned in male things, such as leadership and job skills as well as some of the harder maths and how to court women. They are expected to be kind, courteous, and loving if need be. They are expected to talk regularly, and to be there in the front, leading.
Oskarion, however, does not match those criteria.
Let’s start out how he does match the typical Pernese man. Oskar is a very strong individual, both in body and in spirit. His only problem is that he shows his body much more than his personality and so many people do not know about him as much as they should have. Oskar is not an overly lonely man, nor does he openly talk and chat. He learned many things, too. He, though he was the middle child and youngest son, was taught by his family. He was taught maths (he did not necessarily like any sort of math, but, being the oldest, he had to learn), and his father painstakingly made sure his handwriting was legible. He was also taught how to approach women, how to talk with them, and how to bed them. He did not remember most of that.
His personality was so that he did not need to be taught how to be kind, courteous, and loving. Unlike what his father has told him about needing to be better than anyone else, Oskarion is especially courteous toward women (though he does not particularly like lustful women or women who are vain). He seeks to help anyone not already being helped, though his way of helping is different than one might think. He will help indirectly. If someone is hurt, he sends for a Healer. If someone is in need of help mentally (like if the person has just gone through a bad time), he’ll offer his quiet acceptance. He will stand by quietly while the person vents or just cries.
He was taught that he was better, better than anyone and everyone, especially females. But his teaching fell on deaf ears. Instead of looking down on everyone, he grew the closest to his younger sister, which completely contradicted his father’s teaching. He likes women for what they are personality-wise, not what they are childbearing-wise. He likes to talk with ladies, or with men, he doesn’t criticize by gender. However, his talking is intellectual, smart, though… different, one might say. When he starts talking, it is easy for him to smile.
But for all his speech—which is sporadic at best—the man is usually quiet, his face thoughtful. He prefers to be slightly removed, standing away from the main crowd, though not so much he could be called an outcast. He finds himself to be slightly more comfortable with only a couple people around him than more than that, though he can in no way be called claustrophobic.
Oskarion is a handsome guy (but he doesn't think so), so it's normal for women (and some men) to ogle over him. For the most part he ignores them, both men and women, but especially the men—he is heterosexual. He ignores women who openly express lust for him.
Oskarion is a leader. For all he is quiet, he has an air about him that most people like to follow. He stands strong in times of disaster, and his quiet leadership is a welcome relief to those men who try to boss people around heartily. If need be, the man leads, tells his followers what to do. He is strong, and doesn’t normally back down. Some people don’t see him as he stands in the corner. But when he steps forward to take command everyone notices him.
Character Background:
Family
Olera – mother, Trader, deceased
Bastillan – father, Trader, deceased
Bastian – older brother, Trader, deceased
Oskarion – himself, Trader
Olivia – younger sister, Trader, 14 Turns
History
The boy's name was Oskarion. It was the name his parents had chosen if he were to be male; the name meant for him if he were to be female was Olivia. He was second-born to Olera and Bastillan, the firstborn having taken the firstborn male status with the name Bastian. Oskarion's birth was an easy experience for Olera, so much so that she had no idea she was in labor until her water broke. Still, Oskar's birth was easy, and Olera needed little assistance.
Oskarion was born into a group of traders nineteen Turns before the apocalypse. He learned the trading ways, learned how to haggle, how to ride runners, and how to manage a wagon. His trading caravan was his family, everyone taught one another and his friends seemed more like his brothers and sisters. Oskar's caravan was focused mainly around Fort Weyr and Hold, though it was known to travel further when stocks were at either end of the spectrum-high or low.
Oskarion was ten when he was given his first runnerbeast, a sturdy old gelding, a hand-me-down runner from his older brother named Recz. Recz only lasted a Turn before he was maimed when the two brothers decided to race each other one day. Recz was put down soon after, to Oskar's total sadness.
Oskarion and Bastian had a younger sister, born five and a half Turns after Oskarion. She was Olera and Bastillon's last child, and her name was Olivia. Oskarion grew close to Olivia and was often known as her guardian among the traders. They lived in their trading caravan, a family within a Family, the larger whole.
Everything fell apart the day the meteor fell. Traders, frightened and scared for their lives and the lives of their families, scattered. Magma boiled from crevaces, ash filled the air, and most of those who survived the initial impact became sick.
Olera and Bastian were two of the ones who fell prey to the sickness. Though hardy people, Traders had no antibodies to this particular sickness. It was a wonder that no one else came down with the sickness, a miracle maybe.
The Traders ran, just a few scattered families now, but the places to run to were slowly dwindling as the aftereffects of the meteor showed their ugly faces. Magma continued to flow, and rivers turned acidic and disgusting. As much as they tried, the Traders drifted apart until only Bastillon, Olivia, and Oskarion were left. They kept riding, abandoning most of their belongings as one thing or another broke.
Oskarion and his new runner, Axelon, were usually the leaders, with Olivia and her mare, Aerinoun, following close behind. Their father brought up the end with his old stallion, Sundray. Day in and day out they travelled for two weeks.
Then the dragons came.
They came down like miracles out of the sky and asked if they needed rides. They said that they were escaping this mess, and Oskarion, taking responsibility as soon as his father grew ill, accepted. Bastillan, who had acquired the sickness somewhere in the days they were running, opted to stay. He was just happy that he saw his two children escape the horror on the ground.
Two Greenriders picked up the duo, leaving behind poor Aerinoun and Axelon behind with their father. They were taken to the new Weyr, Dragon Weyr. Maybe, just maybe, they would be safe...
Dragon
Dragon name: Serenith
Dragon color & appearance: A dark, brassy Bronze, Serenith holds himself like any Bronze might. He knows he's a leader, and it shows, even when he is a hatchling. His hide is unmarred by any other color except silver specklings of markings on his legs and a few under his belly (though these are not as readily seen). He will stand at the highest threshold for Bronzes but will carry himself in such a way--and, indeed, be shaped in such a way--that exudes nothing but speed. His strength is not endurance, even if he is a Bronze and is one of the longest-lived colors during Threadfall; rather, Serenith's strength is his outstanding ability to maneuver where other Bronzes cannot, and even doing things other Bronzes cannot. Though it will take much practice when he and Oskar start, Serenith will certainly be a marvel in the Thread-field.
Dragon age: Zero Turns - Gold Chalarath by Bronze Mnoranth
Dragon personality: Aggressive and eager to get his way, unless being talked to by a Queen, Serenith is a sight to behold. He does not overdramatacize his aggressiveness, but is confident that other dragons would listen to him. Being a Bronze, he knows he is a leader, and he is not afraid to speak his mind or tell the dragons under him what to do. At the same time, though, Serenith deeply loves O'rion and would do anything for him, even if it means pulling back away from his aggressiveness for the sake of his rider, or something like that. However, as a sort of stem to his aggression, Serenith loves, adores, cherishes, children, especially Olivia, O'rion's younger sister and only living relative.
Roleplay Sample
In the beginning it was too hard to bear.
Oskarion would lay awake at night, watching as the magma boiled up from seemingly nowhere, lighting up the camp he and the other Traders had made, and he would cry. He would put his head into his hands and, unashamed, he would cry until he fell asleep, or until his sister stirred. If Olivia stirred, Oskar would quickly stuff his fist into his mouth and choke back the sobs. If not, he would wake up in the morning crusty-eyed and sick with crying, but ready to forge onward.
Now, Oskar sat up, his arms around his knees, and just stared into the fire, just stared. At least there was no Threadfall yet. He didn’t think Father could cope with both the death of his wife and the fear that Thread forced upon him. Oskar closed his eyes tightly but could still see the fire’s dim flicker behind his eyelids. It painted them red, dull, like blood. Mother hadn’t, but Bastian had. Bastian had coughed up enough blood to fill a body because, and here Oskar was guessing, because of all the ash he’d inhaled. After that (and a little before), Father had told his children to cover their mouths and noses. At least Olivia was not injured—outwardly.
They had to keep running, keep fleeing the menace-that-was-not-Thread, and every passing day, Oskar wondered if there was even a good place left to travel to. In the dark that the fire did not touch, Axelon neighed, and Oskar could hear the horse whisk himself with his tail. Olivia’s mare, Aerinoun, answered the neigh. Father’s stallion, Sundray, did not answer.
In the darkness, Oskar heard a wherry call, and the boy yawned, wiped his eyes until they were dry, and rolled up in his sleeping bag. The last thing he remembered was clutching his sister’s hand and listening to her rhythmic breathing.
PREVIOUSLY Oskarion (pronounced Oscar-ryan)
Age: Nineteen Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank Bronzerider (Weyrling)
Candidate Information
Current Living Location Currently, Dragon Weyr
Color Preference Impressed Bronze
Physical Description
Oskarion is a handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes, but this can be seen just on a cursory glance. Now for an in-depth explanation.
Oskar is not a tall man, standing only at five foot nine. He is well-built, proportionate in every way, but he has few muscles. These are not too much to warrant being thought a rider or a miner, but also not too little to warrant having no muscle at all and being unable to do anything. On the contrary, he has just enough muscle for doing what he is meant to do. He also has a few scars, two on his right arm—one coming down from his inner elbow about an inch and the other travelling horizontally across that scar, intersecting like a ‘t.’ There is also a scar that crosses the left of his chest to the top left of his shoulder.
Speaking of Oskarion’s face, despite the scar, his face is usually clean-shaven and slightly angular. On off-days, one might see a small shadow of a beard growing on his chin, but usually there is little more than a shadow, and never more so that it warrants the title ‘full-grown beard.’ His soft blue eyes are accentuated by his nose and his eyebrows. His hair is brown and slightly longer than he’d like it, but he doesn’t feel like changing it; it’s waves fall to his ears, most times covering them.
The man likes to wear neutral tones, that is tan, brown, sometimes black, and gray (and any shades of it). He is mostly seen with boots firmly on his feet and a leather jacket over whatever sort of shirt he is currently wearing. But Oskarion will never, ever, except maybe at a nice occasion where it looks bad or at night when he is asleep, be seen without his belt. It looks like a simple leather strap to most people, but if people get closer, they will see the innate designs seared into it and the multitudes of small pockets and places for things to hide. The belt’s designs include swirls that make themselves into a dragon’s head on each side of the belt buckle and are died faintly so that they are slightly darker than the belt’s brown. The belt houses a knife (in a sheath), and various other things that the once-Trader sees fit to keep in it.
Avatar Image
Celebrity Name for Face Claim Ian Somerhalder
Character Personality:
Men in a Pernese society must be strong, vigilante, and must be born to be a leader. They are taught from a young age that they are better, and should be better. They are learned in male things, such as leadership and job skills as well as some of the harder maths and how to court women. They are expected to be kind, courteous, and loving if need be. They are expected to talk regularly, and to be there in the front, leading.
Oskarion, however, does not match those criteria.
Let’s start out how he does match the typical Pernese man. Oskar is a very strong individual, both in body and in spirit. His only problem is that he shows his body much more than his personality and so many people do not know about him as much as they should have. Oskar is not an overly lonely man, nor does he openly talk and chat. He learned many things, too. He, though he was the middle child and youngest son, was taught by his family. He was taught maths (he did not necessarily like any sort of math, but, being the oldest, he had to learn), and his father painstakingly made sure his handwriting was legible. He was also taught how to approach women, how to talk with them, and how to bed them. He did not remember most of that.
His personality was so that he did not need to be taught how to be kind, courteous, and loving. Unlike what his father has told him about needing to be better than anyone else, Oskarion is especially courteous toward women (though he does not particularly like lustful women or women who are vain). He seeks to help anyone not already being helped, though his way of helping is different than one might think. He will help indirectly. If someone is hurt, he sends for a Healer. If someone is in need of help mentally (like if the person has just gone through a bad time), he’ll offer his quiet acceptance. He will stand by quietly while the person vents or just cries.
He was taught that he was better, better than anyone and everyone, especially females. But his teaching fell on deaf ears. Instead of looking down on everyone, he grew the closest to his younger sister, which completely contradicted his father’s teaching. He likes women for what they are personality-wise, not what they are childbearing-wise. He likes to talk with ladies, or with men, he doesn’t criticize by gender. However, his talking is intellectual, smart, though… different, one might say. When he starts talking, it is easy for him to smile.
But for all his speech—which is sporadic at best—the man is usually quiet, his face thoughtful. He prefers to be slightly removed, standing away from the main crowd, though not so much he could be called an outcast. He finds himself to be slightly more comfortable with only a couple people around him than more than that, though he can in no way be called claustrophobic.
Oskarion is a handsome guy (but he doesn't think so), so it's normal for women (and some men) to ogle over him. For the most part he ignores them, both men and women, but especially the men—he is heterosexual. He ignores women who openly express lust for him.
Oskarion is a leader. For all he is quiet, he has an air about him that most people like to follow. He stands strong in times of disaster, and his quiet leadership is a welcome relief to those men who try to boss people around heartily. If need be, the man leads, tells his followers what to do. He is strong, and doesn’t normally back down. Some people don’t see him as he stands in the corner. But when he steps forward to take command everyone notices him.
Character Background:
Family
Olera – mother, Trader, deceased
Bastillan – father, Trader, deceased
Bastian – older brother, Trader, deceased
Oskarion – himself, Trader
Olivia – younger sister, Trader, 14 Turns
History
The boy's name was Oskarion. It was the name his parents had chosen if he were to be male; the name meant for him if he were to be female was Olivia. He was second-born to Olera and Bastillan, the firstborn having taken the firstborn male status with the name Bastian. Oskarion's birth was an easy experience for Olera, so much so that she had no idea she was in labor until her water broke. Still, Oskar's birth was easy, and Olera needed little assistance.
Oskarion was born into a group of traders nineteen Turns before the apocalypse. He learned the trading ways, learned how to haggle, how to ride runners, and how to manage a wagon. His trading caravan was his family, everyone taught one another and his friends seemed more like his brothers and sisters. Oskar's caravan was focused mainly around Fort Weyr and Hold, though it was known to travel further when stocks were at either end of the spectrum-high or low.
Oskarion was ten when he was given his first runnerbeast, a sturdy old gelding, a hand-me-down runner from his older brother named Recz. Recz only lasted a Turn before he was maimed when the two brothers decided to race each other one day. Recz was put down soon after, to Oskar's total sadness.
Oskarion and Bastian had a younger sister, born five and a half Turns after Oskarion. She was Olera and Bastillon's last child, and her name was Olivia. Oskarion grew close to Olivia and was often known as her guardian among the traders. They lived in their trading caravan, a family within a Family, the larger whole.
Everything fell apart the day the meteor fell. Traders, frightened and scared for their lives and the lives of their families, scattered. Magma boiled from crevaces, ash filled the air, and most of those who survived the initial impact became sick.
Olera and Bastian were two of the ones who fell prey to the sickness. Though hardy people, Traders had no antibodies to this particular sickness. It was a wonder that no one else came down with the sickness, a miracle maybe.
The Traders ran, just a few scattered families now, but the places to run to were slowly dwindling as the aftereffects of the meteor showed their ugly faces. Magma continued to flow, and rivers turned acidic and disgusting. As much as they tried, the Traders drifted apart until only Bastillon, Olivia, and Oskarion were left. They kept riding, abandoning most of their belongings as one thing or another broke.
Oskarion and his new runner, Axelon, were usually the leaders, with Olivia and her mare, Aerinoun, following close behind. Their father brought up the end with his old stallion, Sundray. Day in and day out they travelled for two weeks.
Then the dragons came.
They came down like miracles out of the sky and asked if they needed rides. They said that they were escaping this mess, and Oskarion, taking responsibility as soon as his father grew ill, accepted. Bastillan, who had acquired the sickness somewhere in the days they were running, opted to stay. He was just happy that he saw his two children escape the horror on the ground.
Two Greenriders picked up the duo, leaving behind poor Aerinoun and Axelon behind with their father. They were taken to the new Weyr, Dragon Weyr. Maybe, just maybe, they would be safe...
Dragon
Dragon name: Serenith
Dragon color & appearance: A dark, brassy Bronze, Serenith holds himself like any Bronze might. He knows he's a leader, and it shows, even when he is a hatchling. His hide is unmarred by any other color except silver specklings of markings on his legs and a few under his belly (though these are not as readily seen). He will stand at the highest threshold for Bronzes but will carry himself in such a way--and, indeed, be shaped in such a way--that exudes nothing but speed. His strength is not endurance, even if he is a Bronze and is one of the longest-lived colors during Threadfall; rather, Serenith's strength is his outstanding ability to maneuver where other Bronzes cannot, and even doing things other Bronzes cannot. Though it will take much practice when he and Oskar start, Serenith will certainly be a marvel in the Thread-field.
Dragon age: Zero Turns - Gold Chalarath by Bronze Mnoranth
Dragon personality: Aggressive and eager to get his way, unless being talked to by a Queen, Serenith is a sight to behold. He does not overdramatacize his aggressiveness, but is confident that other dragons would listen to him. Being a Bronze, he knows he is a leader, and he is not afraid to speak his mind or tell the dragons under him what to do. At the same time, though, Serenith deeply loves O'rion and would do anything for him, even if it means pulling back away from his aggressiveness for the sake of his rider, or something like that. However, as a sort of stem to his aggression, Serenith loves, adores, cherishes, children, especially Olivia, O'rion's younger sister and only living relative.
Roleplay Sample
In the beginning it was too hard to bear.
Oskarion would lay awake at night, watching as the magma boiled up from seemingly nowhere, lighting up the camp he and the other Traders had made, and he would cry. He would put his head into his hands and, unashamed, he would cry until he fell asleep, or until his sister stirred. If Olivia stirred, Oskar would quickly stuff his fist into his mouth and choke back the sobs. If not, he would wake up in the morning crusty-eyed and sick with crying, but ready to forge onward.
Now, Oskar sat up, his arms around his knees, and just stared into the fire, just stared. At least there was no Threadfall yet. He didn’t think Father could cope with both the death of his wife and the fear that Thread forced upon him. Oskar closed his eyes tightly but could still see the fire’s dim flicker behind his eyelids. It painted them red, dull, like blood. Mother hadn’t, but Bastian had. Bastian had coughed up enough blood to fill a body because, and here Oskar was guessing, because of all the ash he’d inhaled. After that (and a little before), Father had told his children to cover their mouths and noses. At least Olivia was not injured—outwardly.
They had to keep running, keep fleeing the menace-that-was-not-Thread, and every passing day, Oskar wondered if there was even a good place left to travel to. In the dark that the fire did not touch, Axelon neighed, and Oskar could hear the horse whisk himself with his tail. Olivia’s mare, Aerinoun, answered the neigh. Father’s stallion, Sundray, did not answer.
In the darkness, Oskar heard a wherry call, and the boy yawned, wiped his eyes until they were dry, and rolled up in his sleeping bag. The last thing he remembered was clutching his sister’s hand and listening to her rhythmic breathing.
