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Announcements & Events / Re: Southern Winds Award Guide
« on: January 22, 2019, 08:12:11 PM »
She doesn't qualify for First Crafter since she wasn't apped as one. First Dragonrider is now yours, though! :love:

Plot and Scheme / Plot With Tyri
« on: January 22, 2019, 05:52:02 PM »

Zarenna of Atissyth
Weyrling of 2591

Zarenna was born on Fort Weyr before everyone moved to Southern Winds Weyr. She was born to two dragonriders, a green and a blue, and she even has a sister who is a dragonrider! She started her life out wanting to learn everything and when this was noticed, her father got her a notebook that she treasures to this very day. She brings it with her everywhere and she writes down what she thinks she needs to know. She Impressed to Atissyth in 24.06.2591 during the 9th Interval.

She loves to make friends, and she is extremely patient. Before she became a candidate, she was actually a Junior Journeyman Dragonhealer. So she is able to do more first aid work on Atissyth than most candidates. She is intelligent and calm, while still being forgiving and and stubborn. She has a nasty habit of forgetting to take care of herself because of how she likes to work so much, so she gets gentle reminders from Atissyth to be sure to take care of herself.

Now, Atissyth herself is a little bit different. She compliments and challenges Zarenna at the same time, though it is more of the complimenting side. She sometimes thinks that she is a Gold trapped in a Greens body, but that doesn't bug her. She seems to think that she gets along with Golds better than Greens at times because of this. She loves to talk and socialize, but she hates chaos. She refuses to go to hatchings, and instead will sit in their weyr while Zarenna goes. Atissyth would rather watch the hatching through Zarenna's eyes.This green has high standards and believes that everyone, except for Zarenna, is going to let her down. She can also hold a grudge, which is something that her rider doesn't do.

Coded by SanctifiedSavage for SWW

She was late. That was a first for her, and she was not glad about it. It wasn't that she had been sleeping, no, she had been writing down what she had done for Atissyth that day. But now it night, and she was basically sprinting to the commons, all the while holding Atissyth on her arms. The green had tried to climb on her before she left. You simply can't just keep me away. This is a chance to talk to everyone. I don't think I would have been able to leave you behind no matter what I did. She smiled softly as she entered the commons. She was thankfully in time to hear J'ken's speech on what they were to be doing for the next years. She looked at all of the new weyrlings and she took a deep breath. You will be fine! You just need to strut in with confidence. Like a Queen!

She watched at Atissyth climbed out of her arms, and seemed to do a regal little walk into the commons with the others. Zarenna quickly followed behind her, and found an empty seat next to R'kan and his red. She looked at R'kan when he said hello and she smiled softly. "Hello, I am Zarenna, and this is Atissyth." Right as she spoke the green's name, the little hatchling seemed to crawl up Zarenna and into her lap. Good Evening to you as well. Atissyth turned her attention to all the playing and as she wanted to think of it at the moment, chaos that was happening in the commons. Zarenna though was looking at R'kan before she looked around. "There seems to be a lot of us."

A lot of chaos bringers it seems. I am now regretting coming. Can we leave yet? Zareena couldn't help but shake her head with a small smile on her face. Now do you understand why I tried to leave you in the room? The green looked at her rider and seemed to give a small huff before leaning into her, to try and stay as far away from all the chaos as she could. Zarenna looked back at R'kan then and offered a small smile. "I am sorry, she seems to hate crowds, and she is calling all of this playing, chaos." She chuckled softly while the little green seemed to try to burrow herself into Zarenna to try and sleep.

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@SirAlahn  I hope you don't mind Zarenna joining R'kan!

Adoptables / Re: Ranked NPC Adoptables
« on: January 22, 2019, 09:03:40 AM »
I would love to snag Lady Holder Lhamoire!

Journals / Re: Tyriani's Journal & Tracker
« on: January 21, 2019, 05:10:49 PM »
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Journals / Re: Tyriani's Journal & Tracker
« on: January 21, 2019, 04:51:25 PM »
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First Impressions [24.06.2591 / 2:00PM]
Can't You Tell I'm Starving? [24.06.2591 / 2:00PM]
Welcome To your new Life [25.06.2591 || 8pm]
Onwards Together [30.06.2591 / 8:15pm]
Some Blessed Tradition [20.7.2591 || 8:15 PM]

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Hatching Sands / Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: January 16, 2019, 06:42:11 PM »
There were plenty of reasons to go and pay his respects once Oriath had finished laying her clutch, but also plenty of reasons to just stay in his weyr and enjoy the solitude that it provided. While it may have been expected of weyrfolk and riders alike to offer a congratulations, the stigma  that accompanied the colour of his bonded's hide always made such traditions tedious... And with Oriath and Leremith offering the only "normal" clutch this turn, M'lan didn't even need to be present to know there would be more than a handful of people who wouldn't look too kindly on a black rider reminding them of the mutations in their midst.

T'veck had really fucked them over by stealing that spotlight. Like there weren't enough rumours about Imyth's clutch without adding a black sire to the mix. The fact that Corvath had been just as intent on catching the pale queen didn't really play into his feelings on the matter either.

At least S'bok and Neisoth's continued wins had meant their classes included bronze rider ettiquette... which unfortunately meant M'lan was swaying more towards going to the sands than not. The fact Corvath's mental touch oozed a determined confidence, and an unmistakable sense of deserving the same respect that traditionalists seemed inclined to offer only to those with bronze partners certainly helped bolster his riders own sense of worth.

If he wanted to prove that they were worthy of the same respect... than M'lan had to make an effort to show them why... Even if that meant dealing with the inevitable crowd of people that would be gathered there.

We'll watch the stars after. Corvath crooned as encouragement, though the ever present edge would have made the offer seem malicious should anyone else hear it. M'lan had gotten used to the underlying danger to his dragon's tone, however, and conceded to the not-request mentally before making his way to the sands.

He tensed as he found himself behind a pack of jungle riders, jaw clenched as he waited for the under-the-breath remarks that accompanied such a gathering. Nothing was said to set his temper off, and while he found he couldn't relax, expecting instead for every single motion to be scrutinised by the judging bastards, managed the appropriate greetings to the clutch parents and their riders, as well as the leadership already gathered before setting off int he opposite direction.

His gaze did linger on Nalata as he moved a little closer to her, the familiarity of his classmate, however highly ranked rather tempting before thinking better of it. With two out of three queens already claimed by black dragons, he didn't want anyone to think he was trying to gain Nalata's favor in the hopes of giving Corvath an unfair advantage when Minath finally had her maiden flight. So while he did acknowledge her, he found a spot far enough away that no-one could fault him and waited for an appropriate moment to slip away again, the scowl on his face discouragement enough for anyone thinking he might be trying to invite conversation.

Hatching Sands / Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: January 14, 2019, 09:53:59 PM »
Oriath has finished. The gold dragon's voice held no affection or even warmth at the prospect, almost dismissive of the other gold's achievement in the way the name wrapped around Nalata's mind. Still, the slightest hint of propriety offered an underlying request in the statement. Though they were still weyrlings in name, Minath and Nalata had a certain reputation that needed to be upheld, and particularly at such a late hour, there was no valid reason not to pay their respects to the older queen. Though it was a respect born of obligation rather than any affection towards Oriath, none in the weyr would be able to accuse the youngest gold and her rider of inappropriate behaviour.
"That's awfully convenient of them." Nalata mused as she finished rubbing oil into a particularly dry spot just behind Minath's forearm, using the rag to wipe off the excess oil from her hands before folding it and placing it back in the spot from which she had retrieved it. "Will you be coming as well?" she added with the faintest curve of her mouth. Minath was bristly enough with the other golds that even the thought was enough to have her rumbling with discontent, though she was more than aware of her place in the weyr and not as stupid as she may have once been to actually let one of the other golds know.

Nalata simply chuckled in response, giving the gold another firm pat before busying herself with making sure her attire was appropriate for a public appearance. There was little doubt in her mind that much of the weyrleadership would be present, as well as innterested weyrfolk, and this close to graduating she wasn't about to be an embarassment. Not only would she be representing Minath, but the future weyrleadership. Satisfied with her appearance she made her way to the sands at a brisk pace, careful not to appear rushed, but not wanting to be accused of dawdling. A quick assessment of who had already gathered implied that she had not been too delayed in her own arrival so as to be seen as rude and her posture relaxed ever so slightly at the achievement.  A clutch to be proud of. Minath offered respectfully, the warm croon to her tone a stark contrast to how she had announced Oriath’s success to Nalata.

Oriath’s bulk shielded most of the eggs, but it was clear from the murmuring as she sought to stand somewhere out of the way while still being actively present should any of the attending weyrfolk wish for her attention that it was a perfectly proportionate amount considering they were in the midst of an interval. The records indicated that Oriath always laid smaller clutches than the senior gold, but these past few turns they have been smaller again, a fact that reassured Nalata far more than Kalestath’s own larger sized clutches did, the lore behind clutch sizes enough to  counteract the excitement of a hatching whenever the larger clutches had been laid.

Spoiler for OOC:
I’m never going to get this post right so forgive the crappy. It took me two weeks to be somewhat OK with what I’ve got so far and I’m gonna post it before my nerve dies again.

Arveli glanced at the shirt Wuarthir indicated, and set aside the one he was currently stitching for a moment to snag it. Holding it up, he made note of the damage that had been done to it, absently fingering the cut in the fabric. It was neat, and a relatively small hole—it wouldn’t require many stitches to repair at all. Smiling, he held it up to visually overlay it across his friend’s torso to get a better look at how it would be on him. “That will be fine,” he pronounced at last with a smile, quickly folding the shirt again so he could return to his present mending. “I think it’ll look great.”

He mused with due reverence on Wuarthir’s next train of thought. While it wasn’t exactly a question, he knew that the other man was asking for his advice, in his own way. Arveloriann wasn’t about to rush into an answer on a matter that his friend seemed anxious about. “With a shirt like that, darker pants would go with it best. For the contrast.” There were reasons for that, as Weavers knew for the purposes of properly outfitting the people they made clothes for, but he didn’t think Wuarthir would necessarily be interested in the intricacies there.

“After I finish mending, if you like, I can come look at them and tell you which one I think would be best.” Saying that, he added another smile. He knew that some might be self-conscious about such a thing, and he wouldn’t press if the other man didn’t want it—but if he did, he wouldn’t mind.

Had she not been as angry as she was, Jo might have been placated somewhat by her brother’s unspoken gesture of surrender. With his hands up in front of him as though he was warding off a blow, it seemed he was at the very least aware that he’d fucked up. That did make her feel better a little bit in her righteous irritation. But it was dampened somewhat by the fact that she couldn’t really yell at him here. As loud and expressive as their family almost always was, it was unfortunate that she had to modulate herself to avoid waking the weyrlings. Or getting in trouble with her Wingleader for disturbing the peace. Jo wasn’t exactly keen on summoning D’zel and having him report her actions to the Weyrleadership if they were judged to be out of order.

But still. And it was even worse that J’ken was right, in a way. He could hardly control when the clutch hatched. No one could—not even the Queens in all their power and attention to their nests. The little dragons simply emerged when they were good and ready to, regardless of whether it was a convenient time or not.

In some ways, that took the wind from her sails a bit. Though J’ken’s excuse did make sense, and that angered her more, she couldn’t stay furious for long when confronted with such reasonableness. She might have been angry all day, having worked herself up into the state she was now, but it didn’t make sense to hold him accountable for what he couldn’t influence.

“You still should have told us,” she huffed at last, shoulders slumping some though her eyes were still bright and keen. And then, more shrewdly, she asked, “How long have you known?” That would really determine how mad she would still be with him.

Rider Weyrs / Re: An evening in [10.02.2591 7PM] Jossekayne
« on: January 14, 2019, 12:29:46 PM »
Jo scowled at her brother playfully then. “That’s just encouragement for me to come bother you more often, you realize.” That would show him, for wanting to stay away from them. But knowing that wasn’t really the case, she still resolved to tease him about it when she did see him in the future.

She couldn’t stop the smile that curved her mouth when J’ken reassured his dragon, though. “Then that must mean that you really are planning something.” With mock gravity, she looked up at Tadriath. “You’ll keep an eye on him for me, won’t you? We have to make sure he doesn’t run away and go become some wild man out in the wastes.”

Who ever said she couldn’t recruit her own brother’s dragon to mind him and make sure he still came home to visit his family?

Deep Cave System / Re: Baths and Bitching [ 25.6.2590 / 9PM ] Jo
« on: January 14, 2019, 12:04:27 PM »
She had to admit, K’eeda was probably right. Jo couldn’t imagine that even normally tolerant Beach Wing would have stood for the kind of comments the Holders had been making. Sure, she could understand that the situation was a difficult one, especially with some people bound to be worried about their families at the Mine Hall. But that certainly wasn’t an excuse to act like this was the Pass all over again, when chaos ruled the Holds. Or so she’d heard… having been weyrfolk all her life, Jossekayne wasn’t very familiar with what the Holds had actually been like, other than hearsay from those she knew that had been there.

But, it was a welcome transition to talk about something more pleasant. And contemplating someone she could spend the evening with did sound appealing. “I could think of a few,” she reflected, shifting slightly against the wall of the pool they were sitting in.

Who could she talk about that K’eeda didn’t already know? There was one individual in particular that readily sprang to mind. “I do have a particular friend who’s fun,” Jo added after a moment, expression half turning into a grin. “She comes from Holder stock, but she’s not an idiot or a prude. I think the Weyr suits her more anyway. Her name’s Quenneca.”

Na'va smirked at Vassatiere's snippy sounding response and was going to counter with an equally snippy one when Vassatiere continued. Slightly confused, but not overly put off, Na'va decided to just allow the conversation to keep going. She certainly wasn't keeping her mouth shut because she was afraid of offending anyone, just because she didn't care... sure... that was it.

She shrugged instead at D'via's comment instead. "Eh. Why should anyone else care what we've got to say to the Weyrlingmaster? Not like anyone else here is any more of an expert. We've all been Weyrlings for the same amount of time." Whilst the content of her comment may have sounded reasonable, Na'va was a little aggressive in the no-one-could-intimidate-her and she-didn't-care-what-anyone-else-thought ideas, and her tone showed it.

With D'via answering Vassatiere's question as well, Na'va raised an eyebrow. "Yeesh. So you want to be attached at the hip for the rest of your life?" She said... likely offensively. "I've got no one in the Weyr." She didn't have anyone in the Hold for that matter either. Good riddance. "You got family?"

Derraseth continued his game with Ysolth, the concentration required to win meaning that he was almost entirely ignoring the awkward getting-to-know-you conversation going on. If he had been paying much attention, he'd likely comment on Na'va's lack of social grace, if only to get a rise from her.

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OOC Hang Out / Re: Cbox in the New Year
« on: January 03, 2019, 04:21:25 PM »
I think a simple cbox is still a good thing to have around. For me, joining a discord feels like I'm stepping into something private, so not something I'm comfortable with before knowing people and the environment. Cboxes seem to help people dip their toes but not make that full commitment before they know what monsters they're about to gallivant with.

Also maybe it'll help orient people a little more than just having the discord, which can be overwhelming especially if you don't have any experience with it.

Fund wise, lemme know if I can help <3

'Oh dear'. Is indeed the first thing that flashed through his mind when he looked up at the faint swish of his door curtain and the glare he's being pinned with. That... Yeah. That'd be what he forgot to do. He'd been going to let father know after his soak today that he'd shifted positions and then track down his siblings. A soak that had been interrupted by the hatching.

He got as far as saying her name before she spoke and he winced when he realised she wasn't shouting. That didn't bode well. Nor did the lack of a greeting of any type.

“Ah.” He put the tablet down and raised both hands. “I was planning to. Honest. I just had to finish up the survey I was on with Mountain before they hatched so I wasn't even here for a while to tell you.” He ran a hand through his hair as he stood up and edged round the desk. “Then ah, well, they hatched?” He finished with a slight shrug. Surely she can't blame him for the hatchlings deciding to arrive today?

Also, how did she even get down here without him getting a warning, wasn't Tadriath waiting just outside the barracks still? Tad, are you...

I am. Lirisiveth asked me not to tell you Jossekayne was coming to see you.

Ah, so that was why he had refused to say anything more. Traitor. J'ken says without any heat, of course Tadriath would do what the green asked, because J'ken never minded Joss dropping in to see him, same as any of his siblings. For that matter, Let me know if any more of my family turn up. Better to be on the safe side with that, hopefully they'll all be busy tonight so he only has to placate Joss.

“I highly doubt that.” L’ok’s voice was an amused rumble, but he allowed Qirelai to steer him where she would anyway. Though a long time ago it wouldn’t have taken him much effort to resist, he was far weaker now than he had been previously—and there was no reason to be stubborn about standing in one place regardless. If she wanted to peruse what the Brewers had to offer, he wasn’t about to stop her. But personally, L’ok doubted there would be anything there that caught his attention.

If they had wine, then maybe. But more often than not it seemed like the bulk of their stock was of the burning, too-abrasive kind that he’d never cared for even before drinking it had started making him sick. For his part, he’d really come to this gathering to be a bit social rather than drink long into the night or search for someone to leave with as many of the other riders did.

Iskelaith reflected solemnly for a moment on what Allieth had said. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like for a fellow dragon to hatch and find that their rider simply didn’t exist. Nor, with his short draconic memory, could the Blue remember the fear that he’d felt when L’ok had almost died so many turns ago. But the sheer thought of it was a sobering one, even for a personality like his. At last, he replied, I hope for the clutch’s sake they are more careful.

Someone more sympathetic might have felt worry for both halves of the equation, the Candidates and dragonets equally. But for those of the former that ended up dead or injured, Iskelaith couldn’t help but feel like it was their fault. With all their training they got beforehand, they should know better than to get in the way.

When A’yara requested something sweet, M’rek turned to the table in front of them to inspect what was being offered. Much of it, he dismissed out of hand—too harsh, with too much burn, some things even he would only drink sparingly. But there was some advantage to being a Brewer’s son:  he knew what to look for, and had managed to get a little bit of information out of his family regarding what would be on offer for that Bet long before the serving tables had been set up in preparation.

Their stores of wine were spare, and usually only brought out for occasions such as this or Turn’s End. So it was lucky indeed that he’d guided her in that direction early in the evening rather than later. Odds were it would go fast. Snagging a bottle of red he knew would be sweet, he filled A’yara’s glass and then selected something else to occupy his own.

He smiled when she made it clear she approved of the drink he’d chosen for her, briefly touching her hip in affectionate response to the kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Glad you like it. I’m drinking rum.” His smile widened a hair, stretching the scars on one side of his face. “It’s something Boll and Ista used to make, where my family’s from.”

Another thing the Brewers had low stores of any more, though he kept hoping Southern Winds’ climate, which was kind to sugarcane, meant eventually they’d be able to replenish it. Even though its process was what had ultimately left him with his scars, he was still fond of the drink itself if for no other reason than nostalgia.

Weyr Bowl / Re: Extracurriculars [ 23.4.2591; 8:45 PM ] || Open
« on: January 02, 2019, 04:05:23 PM »
Though he knew there was no real shame in ending up in Prairie, and Beach worked just as hard as Jungle even if many in the Weyr didn’t think so, A’lori still felt somewhat self-conscious at Haithen’s question. “Beach,” he replied, and cut himself off so that he didn’t end up blurting out all the reasoning behind that. He didn’t expect her to really care strictly speaking, even if she might say so to be polite. And since he did feel uncharacteristically awkward, A’lori didn’t particularly want to exacerbate that feeling.

Sensing his unease, Queriluth leaned her head down briefly and nosed gently against his shoulder. Along with it, she sent a flood of reassurance that she could easily tap into, believing the best of her rider and having her own quiet confidence as well. As physical as she was, though, she often paired such things with touches to him if they were within reach of one another.

Then, because he was curious and couldn’t stop himself, A’lori asked, “Was there any particular training you found most helpful once you graduated?” It was a little bit of a non-sequitur, since Haithen herself wasn’t in Beach Wing, but he still valued her opinion. And as such as recent graduate, he thought she would have some insight that would differ from that of an older rider.

OOC Hang Out / Re: Happy Holidays <3
« on: January 02, 2019, 12:59:54 PM »
I hope everyone had a lovely holiday! :love:

OOC Hang Out / Re: Happy Holidays <3
« on: December 23, 2018, 06:00:53 PM »

Same to you!

Candidates / Approved Gheinvrixic [ 06.10.2570 ] Candidate
« on: December 23, 2018, 05:38:17 PM »

Play By:
Giaro Giarratana

Date of Birth:
06.10.2570 9th Pass.
Place of Birth:
Fort Hold
Job Before Search:
Color Preference:
If he manages to Impress it will likely be to a Red or Green, but maybe to a Black also. Grix is something of a drama queen and is almost always bursting with some kind of emotion. These days, he isn't always angry, but rage helped mold him into the person he is today.
Future Rider Name:
Spouse or Weyrmate:

Your Reflection...

Appearance: Gheinvrixic isn't hard to make look good. He has warm skin and his curly hair is an interesting mix of caramel colors. His eyes fall a little flat in a way that makes him hard to read, leaving him with a perpetually disinterested or sleepy appearance. He has a well built figure, on the taller side with wide shoulders and muscles refined by his work in the fishercraft.

He does look a little older than he is, which catapulted him to the natural "leader" of the kids gang that became his family.

Grix’s torso and arms sport various scars from knifewounds. His neck bears one big horizontal line of gnarled scartissue just below his adam's apple.

Response to 9th Pass Catastrophe: Grix's gang kept him alive against all odds. They were able to scrounge the resources to keep their people fed and healthy and they had enough power in the Hold to ensure things remained that way.

He knew other people had a harder time and certainly wasn't blind to their struggles, but his life came first and he'll never apologize for that.

Response to dragon color mutations: Grix never developed any kind of positive opinions about dragons until he was Searched. Raised with prejudice against the majority of dragonriders, he feels he can relate more to the mutations and their bonded due to their general ostracization.

Who are you...

Idle time isn't his favorite thing, and so Grix finds satisfaction in keeping busy. In particular, he likes to work with his hands which started first with his pickpocketing and then matured to other hobbies like knife and coin tricks, whittling, and even sewing.

Firelizards have always had a presence in his life and he learned early to appreciate their usefulness. He has a soft spot for them and is known to slip bits of his own rations to feed one of their hungry mouths.

Nothing puts Grix in a better mood than the smell of freshly baked bread. He figures it reminds him of times passed, perhaps of a mother he can't otherwise remember, but regardless it makes him smile. Mornings in the dining hall are usually a cheerful experience as a result.

Snitches get stitches. Nothing will lose Grix's respect for a person quicker than snitching, even if it isn't on him.

Stereotypes and expectations have chased and hounded him most of his life, and as a result Gheinvrixic does his best to distance himself from being anything too obvious. He likes proving people wrong and your first impression of him is never the same as another person's might be.

Despite his hoarding tendencies, there is an order to the chaos. He hates mess and disarray and anything put out of place will irritate him until it is corrected.

* CULTURED : His varied background makes it easy for him to slip between social barriers. Born to a holder, raised by thieves and turned into a crafter and now candidate, he has the ability to relate to just about anyone.

* SNEAKY : Grix is very good about not being seen. At times it seems he can blend seamlessly into a crowd. He is light on his feet and a good runner and he knows how to even his breathing so its near undetectable. He’s also accomplished with sleight-of-hand and is fun at parties as a result.

* STREET WISE : It would have been impossible for him to survive Fort Hold without developing some instincts. Gheinvrixic can smell a fight before its about to happen and is generally a good judge of character. It isn’t easy to get the jump on him.

* CONNECTED : With friends in many places, high and low, Grix has developed a good exchange system. He knows who to run errands for to gain their favor, and how to get the same done for him. A true tradesman, he would’ve made an easy profession of it back in the old days of Pern. As it is, if you ever find yourself in need of something, chances are he can get it for you.

* TENACIOUS : His slighter build means he probably won't ever win any strength competitions but Grix is nonetheless steadfast. He isn’t hampered by lack of sleep and his body takes a while to tire from physical exertion. This was one of the reasons he made such a good runner back at Fort. His steely attitude and refusal to back down has kept him ahead of the game.

* SNOB : Hunger never tickled Grix’s stomach, nor the chill of having too thin clothing or too few blankets during the hard winters of the Pass. This lack of struggle has lent him little empathy to people in worse circumstance and he generally avoids their company unless it is required of him. He lives by the idea that life is what you make it, and if you aren't making it then you aren't trying.

* PETULANT : Another result of his childhood and life thereafter, Grix is used to getting his way and if he doesn’t get it, he will sulk and pout and act so very childish. He is quick to anger and will remain angry unless things change in his favor. This also makes it difficult for him to interact with authority as his natural instinct is to go against regulation.

* XENOPHOBIC : While Grix can blend seamlessly between groups, it is much harder for him to truly let loose and be himself around strangers. He doesn't trust you unless he grew up with you, at least that seems to be the trend. This has affected his group work in particular, with him questioning judgement calls or not communicating as well as he could.

* FOUL-MOUTHED : Colorful language is his chosen dialect. He was never taught to speak politely to anyone, and finds it especially amusing when he offends those of a lesser constitution. It isn't so much that he is trying to be disrespectful, he just doesn't understand why his choice of words are worth caring about when there are far more serious matters.

* CRITICAL : Gheinvrixic has high expectations for himself and those around him. He has an eye for detail and will speak up if he feels something is substandard, especially where his shared duties and living quarters are concerned. It can be hard to make him happy especially if he sees others getting what he feels is more than their share.

Describe Yourself:

* Passionate: ----- Grix is guilty of feeling too much too often. He is wholeheartedly devoted to the task at hand, or his current opinion, or his current lover. When he is angry he will launch into exhausting rants that leave him red faced and often the winner of the argument just because he won’t stop until he is breathless. When he is in love, he has and will continue to put himself in harm's way to protect that person.

* Hoarder: ----- Grix likes shiny things. He has absolutely no use for pretty gems or stones or sashes made of tulle but he takes them anyway. His rooms eventually adopt an organised chaos of objects that come and go as he’s gifted or traded them, and then remain there until he stashes them off in some secret corner of his world.

* Pirate: ----- A blend of swagger, sass and kleptomania as well as an affinity for sailing has lended him a reputation for being a bit of a scallywag. His stolen goods are reportedly buried somewhere in the cove, or perhaps sunk in the underground lake, but they’re trivial pieces of questionable value that won’t soon be missed. Rumor has it, Fort Hold is a trove of stashed goods but you’ll never hear him confirm (or deny).

* Capricious: ----- Grix's mood is subject to frequent change. He can be smiling one second and the next have his knife out, ready to gut someone. It isn't without cause, generally speaking, but has taught most people close to him to step lightly. This applies to his love life, too. His attraction to someone can be all-in one week and completely exhausted the next.

* Nonconformist: ----- Gheinvrixic follows the beat of his own drum. He’s never wanted to settle into the lives offered to him, especially if that is the popular option. He does his best to avoid the common thing and purposely seeks things out of the norm, whether they’re his associates or his hobbies.

The Magic Touch: Gheinvrixic isn’t usually comfortable in the company of strangers, especially if they’re bigger than he is. He makes friends with those younger and shorter than him much easier as a result.

His sexuality isn't something he really cares to label. He enjoys sex with all sorts of people for many different reasons and has never given it much thought.


Mother: Ghriaraola, Holderwife, b. 15.03.2548, d. 06.10.2570
Father: Evindexric, Holder, b. 03.09.2540, d. 23.01.2575

Gheviara, crafter or weyrling/rider b. 2567
Rianaxilari, crafter or weyrling/rider b. 2565
Grivelica b.2564, d. 2564

Probably a bunch! But he doesn't see them as his responsibility to know or raise, thanks Weyrlife.

Tell us a story...

* 2570, born Gheinvrixic is born after a difficult labor. His mother succumbs to the trauma of it some precious hours later. He adds a needy mouth to an already struggling family, and his father turns to desperate means in order to keep his family afloat. His sister Rian becomes his primary caregiver at the tender age of five, but he doesn't seem to find anything peculiar about this as young as he is.

* 2575, 5 Small wins and larger losses has spun Grix's father onto an unfortunate path. He is deep in debt and can only sink himself further into it in a feeble attempt to climb out. If only gravity worked in reverse.

Gheinvrixic is none the wiser, though his two elder sisters seem worried. He's also noticed that one of his aunts has become a common presence in their household. She is a strict woman without patience for a toddler, though she is kind to Rian and Evia. They are fed and kept clean by his aunt, and though Rian brings him scraps and left overs, her attention seems strained.

* 2578, 8 At eight, Grix is already sprouting like a bean. He's gained height on his sisters and this seems to make their desire to care for him lessen. He has lost that baby cuteness. He isn't mad about it, though, he craves independence and thinks himself very clever when he secures meals in any way that he can.

He's a bit unruly and rough around the edges. His dad hasn't put much effort into raising him a gentleman and running wild is all too easy with the world's current situation. He's relatively harmless, though, colorful words and unkempt appearance aside.

One late evening the family is awoken by shouts and a man crying out in pain. Grix and the girls rush out of their beds to find their father doubled over, bleeding and beaten, and get to watch as a final lethal blow is dealt to his head. His gambling debt was greater than his worth and he was given an appropriate end.

Eyes turn to the three siblings, but then their aunt is there. "Come quickly," she told them, and ushered the girls out as Grix stayed hot on their heels. With a crowd already drawn by the noise, the men don't risk further drama. Their father is left in his shame and Grix, too, is kicked to the curb. His aunt told him she couldn't afford to feed three mouths, not on top of her own children. She tells him his sisters will have bright futures because she sees potential in them, but that he was a lost cause.

He collects what belongings he can salvage and then joins the many urchins that haunt the tunnels of Fort Hold.

* 2579, 9 These last months have been difficult for Grix. He hasn't made many friends and has taken his share of beatings. Often a wife will take pity on him and feed him, only to be discovered by an irate husband. He learns that running quickly is the best way out of these situations. As his trust falls in those around him, adults especially, anger seems to take its place. The lack of policing, the rampant corruption, and the disregard given to kids like him is so frustrating.

Lost in his anger, he nearly stumbles into some unsavory business. A group of men have cornered a girl and then general gist of the conversation points toward a bad time for her. The men aren't many, but they are taller and bigger than Grix. Still, something about her reminds him of his sister Rian and he knows he can't just leave and keep a clear conscience. Just as he's about to dive head in to a fight he won't be able to win, another boy joins him. The pair of them offer too much trouble for their opponents to pursue their torment of the girl, and the men leave. Grix learns the boy is the girl's sibling, and they introduce themselves as Kryvelin and Qerilla.

* 2580-2585, 10-15 The three of them become their own little family. They adopt kids like them here and there and eventually find themselves a sizeable gang. Kryvelin and Grix become something like the leaders, but they put emphasis on fairness and no one is left with less than the next person. These are good years, relatively. They have the numbers and the fighters to secure meals and blankets and medicine as necessary but somehow stay out of the spotlight. They don't gamble, they don't force anyone into prostitution, and drugs and alcohol are forbidden. They are a family, and they are quite sure that that is enough to get by.

* 2586, 16 All good things must come to an end. This year's winter is hard. Desperation drives riots, drives murders and looting and their family is swept into it. Their friends and comrades succumb, one by one, to either sickness or starvation or to a methodological weeding of the weak. The harsh reality of the hold rears its ugly head and soon enough it's just Kryvelin, Qerilla, and Gheinvrixic against the world.

Without the security of numbers, they're easy targets. Healthy boys and girls are hard to come by, and the three of them have no one keeping tabs on them. Qerilla is kidnapped and Grix is wounded trying to save her, he avoids death only because Kryvelin takes the blow that was meant for him.

Kryvelin's death hits Grix like a ton of bricks. What's worse, Qerilla has disappeared into the many dark tunnels of the hold. Grix is left to recover from his wounds in a state of loneliness that he hasn't had to face in years. He sinks into a depression and what trust he had found in others crumbles like the society around him.

* 2587, 17 The end of threadfall isn't a marked occasion for Gheinvrixic. He's unmarried and unskilled, and moving into a weyr with dragonmen and their laws means that the life that he knew is fully over. He has a flicker of hope that the move might bring Qerilla back to the surface, but as the months pass and she remains absent, he decides to move on and let go of silly hopes.

* 2589, 19 As a general laborer of the weyr, Gheinvrixic's life becomes defined by his work. He is up before the sun rises and does not sleep until long after it has set. There is endless toil, whether on the beaches or in the stables. Eventually, when the routine reaches a breaking point, he figures he might as well join an official craft so that his life might progress.

Fond of the water, Gheinvrixic becomes a fisher apprentice. His life is much the same, but he starts to see a future. There's rumors of a boat to be built that can bring the Pernese further out into the ocean and that is intriguing. Of course, there are dangers, but danger is more familiar to him than anything.

* 2591, 21 Toward the middle of the turn, on a day like any other, there is yet another beach snake incident. The work day was nearly complete and the combination of tired workers and distracted weyrlings means the ocean runs red and green that evening. Grix avoids injury, somehow, but this is also some kind of turning point for him. Whether it was a change in attitude or a sudden bout of bravery, he does his best to assist everyone that he can off of the beach. The brief thought of how much easier this task would be if he had a dragon enters his head, and he remembers that thought again some hours later when a search rider approaches him.

Grix is searched just like that.

He'd never considered being a rider before that, despite working alongside them for turns now. He feels something like... hope, a renewed energy, and even though he is taking a new path in life he doesn't feel that his formative years have been a waste. They gave him a foundation to build on, and he is confident in the person he has become.

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It was an active time to be a candidate. Kalestath's clutch had come and gone with him watching from the stands, being too new and too untried to be tested and trusted yet on the sands. It had been a learning experience, at least, and Grix didn't hold unfriendly feelings to the memory.

Now, it was Oriath's turn. The second most senior queen had laid her own brood and the news spread through the weyr like wildfire.

It was dark as Grix made his way to the sands. He wasn't quite sure what to expect out of this.. gather. He knew it was important to the weyr, to the riders and the candidates and everyone in between, but even still he couldn't quite gather his feelings.

Inside it was easy to settle on a mood. The atmosphere was light and assured. Despite being rather new to candidacy, it was no secret that this queen and her consort produced consistent and stable clutches. Grix offered them and their riders the customary bow and then followed the wave of weyrfolk gathered as close as they could get to the eggs.

Member Info...

Created By:
Other Characters:
Droissa || Nieve || Penderton || C'dus || Saviavi || Nealros || Bekareni || F'erro || T'rel || R'ael
Inactivity Preference:
Kill him barring a Red or Black impression.
Mauling Permissions:
Bring It On though preferably after he has Impressed.
Anything Else:
i think i have an obsession w/ long haired men.

also sry old app :D

Coded by SanctifiedSavage for SWW

Hatching Sands / Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: December 21, 2018, 02:34:39 AM »
The last few months for B'ron had not exactly put him in a good mood. After the introduction of another black into the Weyrleadership, this one just as inexperienced than the last, he had been spending his spare time in a state of blackened fury. Only Vanelwynne really suffered the repercussions of his mood, but it wasn't like Wynne had ever known B'ron when he was in a good mood.

As for the rest of the Weyr, they likely noticed little difference in him. Above all else, he knew how to control himself in front of the Weyr. Duty demanded it.

Leremith for his part however, was perfectly content. Oriath's clutch was healthy. His dragon memory remembered little about the details of clutch sizes, but his instinct informed him that the size was perfectly proportionate for the time. And so how could he not be content. The compliment from Kalestath, despite being conferred between the dragonpairs every hatching, nonetheless also made the father quite chuffed.

Halirina, W'sar and J'ken all received a nod of acknowledgement, and a few of the Jungle Wingriders who arrived together B'ron made eye contact with as he acknowledged their attendance. Despite S'bok's supervision on the Wing, in all they made him rather proud.

Leremith's cheerful mood was leaking into B'ron, and so the Weyrsecond's expression loosened marginally. If only relaxing his face just slightly enough as to not scare the pants off every one of the well-wishers. He did however narrow his eyes slightly at the stain on the candidate boy's cheek. But such minute details were below him to point out. The embarrassment of realising later on would hopefully make the boy not arrive in such a state in the future.

Universal Events / Re: [ 20.7.2591 ] Oriath Clutches
« on: December 19, 2018, 01:27:25 AM »
*flying by* When I get back I’ll be posting everyone that has the means to attend

Added : SirAlahn

Universal Events / Re: [ 20.7.2591 ] Oriath Clutches
« on: December 18, 2018, 07:43:58 PM »
Zarenaak will take a cautious, hopeful peak and Xaeybl will swing through, but I'm not sure I'll have time to post in-character with holiday preparations. <3

Added : SirAlahn

Hatching Sands / Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: December 17, 2018, 03:52:03 AM »
J'ken gives his regards to Vanelwynne, B'ron and their partners as is expected with a bow of respect and heartfelt congratulations. Without Queens there would be no eggs. He nods at W'sar in greeting (yes, he is missing the peace and quiet he had in Mountain wing) and finds a vantage point to watch the (for him at least), slightly more interesting arrivals. Eggs are all well and good, but without candidates there'll be no successful hatching.

He's not sure how many of the candidates know him, there's a chance now that they will after seeing him with Kallestaths clutch, and while he might not have any authority over them now... well, he'll remember anything he sees now and fifteen of them will soon be his.

To be fair he's impressed by how polite the ones that have arrived so far have been, O'sir's arduous work no doubt, and he smiles at the lad with a smear of what looks to be bubbly pie across one cheek as he fairly bounces in place.

“Excited kid?” He asks when the boy steps back, closer to the bit of wall he's claimed as his own.

Spoiler for ooc:

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