Post by K'rill and Morisath on Aug 6, 2010 17:05:40 GMT -5
Dragonrider Application
Name: K'rill (Formerly Kirill)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingsecond
Physical Description Lean, wiry, with windburnt, leathery skin, the Weyr-bred K'rill cuts a knife-like figure. His youth shines through like fire in his brown eyes, almost the same dark shade as his dragon's hide. His sandy brown hair, constantly windblown, garners little more attention than an occasional brush of his fingers through them, scattering the curls around his reach. Occasionally, in direct sunlight, they'll take on a faint, golden tinge. His hair is soft, and naturally silky, though he takes little note or pride from this fact, much preferring the sheer masculinity of his physique. His boyish features, however, lack real growth of facial hair, a fact that annoys him endlessly - Though some think it only adds to his charm.
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Celebrity Name for Face Claim: Matt Bomer
Character Personality: Lean, powerful, driven, arrogant, militant; K'rill is fully his father's son, bred to a line of Weyrleaders and Wingleaders. Imperious and arrogant, cocky and clever, his intelligence carries him anywhere his overconfidence lands him, working his way out of any difficulties with a mixture of stubbornness, genius, and pure, headstrong arrogance. These flaws, however, mixed with his cunning and pride, turn into virtues under pressure, pushing him to levels of performance and level-headed excellence that few can challenge.
Character Background: Son of former Ista Wingleader and Weyrleader, V'nar, of Bronze Garilith, Kirill was raised as the heir apparent to a long series of Wingleaders and Weyrleaders, and firmly reared to the tradition of Dragon Riding.
As a child, D'vin was nearly as much a father as his own, both equally wrapped up between managing the growing Weyr, and preparing for the Threadfall they believed devoutly was coming.
When he first Stood at twelve, he Stood proudly, and Impressed a Brown - Visibly the largest of the hatching, very nearly the size of the largest of the two Bronzes, even fresh out of the shell. He excelled as a Weyrling, constantly the first to finish, and the hardest, most determined worker. He and his dragon both quickly acquired a very militant aspect, their bodies lean and wiry, gaining more lithe muscle than sheer bulk.
Unusually early, K'rill was elevated to the rank of Wingthird, though he eyed the position of Wingsecond with thinly veiled ambition. He was a very quick learner, and picked up his father's wing's style of flight and combat very quickly.
When his father finally retired from the position of Weyrleader, and retired his dragon, he had one last request of D'vin, his fellow Wingleader - To take the boy into his own wing.
Initially deeply insulted by his demotion to a simple Wingmember, he fought harder than any of the others to prove himself worthy of rank. The promotion to Wingthird came one year later.
With his eyes set firmly on Wingsecond, a position he felt he was steadily being denied, he saw T'nev and Z'ris' flight from the Weyr as his opportunity.
Gathering a cult of personality around him, he led seven of the younger Riders, men he knew from his years as a Weyrling, from Ista Weyr, and into the open world.
When things got bad, him and his small group broke off from the rest of T'nev and Z'ris' group, taking refuge more locally, believing the long-term goals of the larger band would lead to nothing more than their own destruction somewhere far from home.
While exploring the ruins of Hold and Weyr for any last vestiges of supplies, they were found by a patrol sent from the new Weyr, looking for the very same things.
Leading his miniature Wing like a full Wingleader, he descended upon Dragon Weyr like a returning prodigy, atop his lean, muscular Morisath, who was made even more lean by the difficulty of finding food, in the three months following The Fall.
Dragon
Dragon name: Morisath
Dragon color & appearance: Brown Dragon. Dark brown, with streaks of lighter brown radiating down his wings, from the joint. Lean, angular, like his rider, with a rather militant air, and a very soldierly aspect.
Dragon age: 10
Dragon personality: Devoted, dedicated, loyal, and very much the soldier, Morisath looks with disdain on the 'soft' practices of some other dragons. Trained to the life of a skilled fighter, he embodies the image their former Wingleader, D'vin, and his bronze Regolth had for their Wing. Lean, wiry, powerful, and with stamina to match some Bronzes, and maneuverability and speed to surpass many, if not all of them, he was bred and trained amongst D'vin's wing of veterans, the youngest in the wing by many years, in a wing where even rankless Browns and Bronzes would be almost guaranteed a spot as Wingseconds or Wingleaders at other Weyrs.
Roleplay Sample
Six weeks since my promotion to Wingthird. Six weeks! I was far more qualified than the damned incompetent W'nir, whom I was convinced D'vin only kept around out of pity.
The man could think, and lead, and was quick on his feet, but he was nothing special.
Not like me.
I could lead better than he. I already did! I have my own Wing within our Wing - D'vin doesn't know it yet, though. I almost wish he did, even though he'd just take them away from me, and put me back as a simple Wingmember. All that work, for nothing! So I hid it. Nobody knew, except us. We met in my Weyr each night, diced, sipped wine and Klah, and planned, and plotted. How we'd run things, if it was our wing. Sometimes, we even thought bigger. If it was our Weyr.
But that's changing, now. Tonight, the meeting's gonna be different. Tonight, it's us seven against the world. We're going with T'nev and Z'ris. They think they're leading, but I'm only using their escape. They won't make it far. They don't have the will, or the determination.
Not like me, and my Wing.
Not like me, and my boys. We're true Riders. We know what we're doing.
I'm leaving Kae in Ista. She doesn't have the kind of determination it takes to survive outside the Weyr. I made her swear she wouldn't tell anyone else. She'll be among the first to join out Wing, when we find a new Weyr, that appreciates us better. I know it. If she had a Gold instead of a Green, I might even contemplate making things more serious. As is, I've already flown her twice. I've my eyes on the Weyrleader spot. Even if he is a Brown, my Morisath is twice the dragon any Bronze could ever be. Even Regolth, so big and strong and capable, is nothing next to my Morisath. I'd bet Morisath could even fly a Gold, some day. Some day soon.
And then I'll be Weyrleader.
I might even let D'vin be Wingsecond in my Flight.
Turning from my internal monologue, I look out over the darkness surrounding the Weyr. Home. My home.
Soon to be nothing more than a memory.
If only I had any idea how right I was.
Name: K'rill (Formerly Kirill)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingsecond
Physical Description Lean, wiry, with windburnt, leathery skin, the Weyr-bred K'rill cuts a knife-like figure. His youth shines through like fire in his brown eyes, almost the same dark shade as his dragon's hide. His sandy brown hair, constantly windblown, garners little more attention than an occasional brush of his fingers through them, scattering the curls around his reach. Occasionally, in direct sunlight, they'll take on a faint, golden tinge. His hair is soft, and naturally silky, though he takes little note or pride from this fact, much preferring the sheer masculinity of his physique. His boyish features, however, lack real growth of facial hair, a fact that annoys him endlessly - Though some think it only adds to his charm.
Avatar Image
Celebrity Name for Face Claim: Matt Bomer
Character Personality: Lean, powerful, driven, arrogant, militant; K'rill is fully his father's son, bred to a line of Weyrleaders and Wingleaders. Imperious and arrogant, cocky and clever, his intelligence carries him anywhere his overconfidence lands him, working his way out of any difficulties with a mixture of stubbornness, genius, and pure, headstrong arrogance. These flaws, however, mixed with his cunning and pride, turn into virtues under pressure, pushing him to levels of performance and level-headed excellence that few can challenge.
Character Background: Son of former Ista Wingleader and Weyrleader, V'nar, of Bronze Garilith, Kirill was raised as the heir apparent to a long series of Wingleaders and Weyrleaders, and firmly reared to the tradition of Dragon Riding.
As a child, D'vin was nearly as much a father as his own, both equally wrapped up between managing the growing Weyr, and preparing for the Threadfall they believed devoutly was coming.
When he first Stood at twelve, he Stood proudly, and Impressed a Brown - Visibly the largest of the hatching, very nearly the size of the largest of the two Bronzes, even fresh out of the shell. He excelled as a Weyrling, constantly the first to finish, and the hardest, most determined worker. He and his dragon both quickly acquired a very militant aspect, their bodies lean and wiry, gaining more lithe muscle than sheer bulk.
Unusually early, K'rill was elevated to the rank of Wingthird, though he eyed the position of Wingsecond with thinly veiled ambition. He was a very quick learner, and picked up his father's wing's style of flight and combat very quickly.
When his father finally retired from the position of Weyrleader, and retired his dragon, he had one last request of D'vin, his fellow Wingleader - To take the boy into his own wing.
Initially deeply insulted by his demotion to a simple Wingmember, he fought harder than any of the others to prove himself worthy of rank. The promotion to Wingthird came one year later.
With his eyes set firmly on Wingsecond, a position he felt he was steadily being denied, he saw T'nev and Z'ris' flight from the Weyr as his opportunity.
Gathering a cult of personality around him, he led seven of the younger Riders, men he knew from his years as a Weyrling, from Ista Weyr, and into the open world.
When things got bad, him and his small group broke off from the rest of T'nev and Z'ris' group, taking refuge more locally, believing the long-term goals of the larger band would lead to nothing more than their own destruction somewhere far from home.
While exploring the ruins of Hold and Weyr for any last vestiges of supplies, they were found by a patrol sent from the new Weyr, looking for the very same things.
Leading his miniature Wing like a full Wingleader, he descended upon Dragon Weyr like a returning prodigy, atop his lean, muscular Morisath, who was made even more lean by the difficulty of finding food, in the three months following The Fall.
Dragon
Dragon name: Morisath
Dragon color & appearance: Brown Dragon. Dark brown, with streaks of lighter brown radiating down his wings, from the joint. Lean, angular, like his rider, with a rather militant air, and a very soldierly aspect.
Dragon age: 10
Dragon personality: Devoted, dedicated, loyal, and very much the soldier, Morisath looks with disdain on the 'soft' practices of some other dragons. Trained to the life of a skilled fighter, he embodies the image their former Wingleader, D'vin, and his bronze Regolth had for their Wing. Lean, wiry, powerful, and with stamina to match some Bronzes, and maneuverability and speed to surpass many, if not all of them, he was bred and trained amongst D'vin's wing of veterans, the youngest in the wing by many years, in a wing where even rankless Browns and Bronzes would be almost guaranteed a spot as Wingseconds or Wingleaders at other Weyrs.
Roleplay Sample
Six weeks since my promotion to Wingthird. Six weeks! I was far more qualified than the damned incompetent W'nir, whom I was convinced D'vin only kept around out of pity.
The man could think, and lead, and was quick on his feet, but he was nothing special.
Not like me.
I could lead better than he. I already did! I have my own Wing within our Wing - D'vin doesn't know it yet, though. I almost wish he did, even though he'd just take them away from me, and put me back as a simple Wingmember. All that work, for nothing! So I hid it. Nobody knew, except us. We met in my Weyr each night, diced, sipped wine and Klah, and planned, and plotted. How we'd run things, if it was our wing. Sometimes, we even thought bigger. If it was our Weyr.
But that's changing, now. Tonight, the meeting's gonna be different. Tonight, it's us seven against the world. We're going with T'nev and Z'ris. They think they're leading, but I'm only using their escape. They won't make it far. They don't have the will, or the determination.
Not like me, and my Wing.
Not like me, and my boys. We're true Riders. We know what we're doing.
I'm leaving Kae in Ista. She doesn't have the kind of determination it takes to survive outside the Weyr. I made her swear she wouldn't tell anyone else. She'll be among the first to join out Wing, when we find a new Weyr, that appreciates us better. I know it. If she had a Gold instead of a Green, I might even contemplate making things more serious. As is, I've already flown her twice. I've my eyes on the Weyrleader spot. Even if he is a Brown, my Morisath is twice the dragon any Bronze could ever be. Even Regolth, so big and strong and capable, is nothing next to my Morisath. I'd bet Morisath could even fly a Gold, some day. Some day soon.
And then I'll be Weyrleader.
I might even let D'vin be Wingsecond in my Flight.
Turning from my internal monologue, I look out over the darkness surrounding the Weyr. Home. My home.
Soon to be nothing more than a memory.
If only I had any idea how right I was.
