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Plot and Scheme / Re: Plot With Tyri
« on: Today at 02:29:21 AM »
From that clutch, I have Vassatiere. She's sorta uppity, and her Red is a bit of a turd 8D So having them work together on some lesson might be an entertaining trash fire.

Beyond that, I have a lot of people just out and about in the weyr. Loressa is my dragon healer, so they might know one another? S'ric is my 'go to' bad guy, if someone needs a bad guy in their life. His dragon is a an aggressive monster. Lemme know whatcha think. <3

It was always interesting, or perhaps dryly entertaining to Halirina, being able to watch these ‘meet and greets’ when she was not the Weyrwoman holding the event. Having Vanelwynne and B’ron subject to the attention, the compliments, the questions and the lot of it. Oriath and her edgy broodiness over eggs she both wanted people to fawn over, but not get too close to. It was always a double edged blade, a Gold’s freshly laid clutch. A testament to a Rider’s relationship with their dragon that the giant Queens didn’t stomp around the Weyr afterwards and chase out all the other Golds, let alone all the other Dragons.

I’d feel better if you’d let me, she added, though there was a thread of humor there.

//I bet,// Halirina responded dryly. She knew her Queen wanted nothing more than to have the Weyr to herself when she had eggs hardening on the Sands. Halirina supposed Oriath must feel the same.

So she tried to remain off to the side and not draw too much attention to herself. This was Vanelwynne’s day, after all. If anything, Halirina just felt like a stuffy babysitter. Making sure everything went well.

Hatching Sands / Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: Yesterday at 08:12:06 PM »
With the leisurely pace of a bloke with nothin’ to concern him at such an hour, Wa’by had entered the hatching sand and offered his respects to the queen and her bonded, a soft phrase or two that was about as easy to understand as words written in mud offered to each, with Vicith clarifying with the dry sarcasm that was his default tone, even with the reverence held within when addressing his superiors.

“How’sitgoan, Chief?” the bluerider asked as he caught sight of W’sar, aware enough that the general weyr population was present and just managing not to clap his old wingleader on the back and pull him ino a hug. He’d noted some of his weyrlings filtering on in and it wouldn’t do to encourage such familiarity in a formal setting. He’d manage to track him down later in any case. “Just imagine. Give it a few flicks and some of these little ankle-biters’ll be old enough and ugly enough to replace those bloody dickheads who keep waggin’ from your wing. You’d think Ol’ faithful’d be able to keep us in line but he’s about as useful as tits on a bull with that, don’tcha reckon?” Apart from the overly animated facial features, it’d be hard for anyone not involved in the conversation to discern just what Wa’by was saying to the Mountain Wingleader, and even then they’d have to be used to Wa’by’s particular ramblings.

“Fuck me dead if Jazza ain’t doin’ a top bloody job though. Makes it look like a piece o’ piss.” He added as he scanned the gathered weyrfolk once more, offering a friendly grin to those he knew before his eyes fell on the ever so slightly relaxed features of the junior weyrleader of the hour.

“I gotta go give B’ronny a proper hello, but pop on in and say g’day won’t ya? Grog’n I have managed a doozy of a brew. Just gotta see if it’s worth a piss-up.” As a no longer practicing brewer, Wa’by’s creations lacked a certain level of finesse… and while the invitation to catch up might be appealing, the prospect for sharing a drink not yet approved by the qualified brewers was certain to be a dealbreaker. B’lye might be more inclined to subject himself to that torment.

Waiting for only so long as required before W’sar finished with him, Wa’by waltzed on over to Vanelwynne’s weyrmate with a grin. “Mate! You gotta be right chuffed at those little rippers! Lerry and Ozza’ve done us a good one, right?!” He crowed, the hand held out in formal greeting belying the familiarity in his tone. Clutches were to be celebrated just as much as successful hatchings, and with his mannerism’s at least in line with proper rider etiquette, his tone could at least be interpreted as just an over-enthusiasm for another successful night in the weyr.

Not always wise to poke a tunnelsnake… Vicith cautioned privately, though Wa’by’s amusement laced his own tone as well.

Spoiler for OOC:
@SanctifiedSavage for W’sar, @RaynePOTM for brief mention of B’lye and @Inki for death

With all things, Changes can be made if I've made too many assumptions... PArticularly with W'sar, Savage ^^; I kinda ran away with it.

Plot and Scheme / Re: Plot With Tyri
« on: Yesterday at 06:32:45 PM »
Full disclosure. I'm horribly slow at posting BUT I have Veryk of Karrimuth in the same clutch as Zarenna. They're the same age and it looks like their candidacy may have overlapped with hers, but I'm not one hundred percent certain about it (Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)

I notice for the room assignments, Zarenna shares a room with D'via, one of the red weyrlings, and twin sister of D'vik who shares a room with Veryk, and while Atissyth doesn't enjoy Chaos, Karrimuth doesn't enjoy having his space encroached on.

If you think there might be an opportunity for a thread at all, I'm happy to shove Veryk at them. Veryk is originally from holder stock (though they don't talk about it), and with their tendancy for doing whatever takes their fancy wouldn't have lasted too much longer as a candidate if Karrimuth hadn't impressed to them... SO they're a little chaotic themselves... But they're bound to be entertaining at least ^^ If it's up your ally.

Mine Hall / Re: Drink and Be Merry [ 02.07.2591; 8 PM ] || Event
« on: January 14, 2019, 05:06:54 PM »
There was going to be a party, which meant that Oppesine had to be there. She’d been at the grand opening of the Gambling Den and there was no way she’d miss something as monumental as the Brewers setting up show. Even better that it’d be far away from the Weyr. Or as far away as one could get on the island and not tucked somewhere in the jungle.

She’d dressed properly in a nice, form hugging dress and brushed out her hair to shine. It wasn’t like she was trying to impress a certain someone or draw any particular attention – she just liked to look nice. It was just a bonus if he happened to show. Likely not, given how public and official this occasion was. Didn’t mean that she shouldn’t represent her family well or look nice for her friend that had been supplying her alcohol under the table, as it were.

Not like Oppesine could make her own throughout the Pass, when everything was scarce.

Her flits had been dismissed, for the time, to linger in her room. Didn’t seem the sort of thing to bring her little faire, so they could wait for her to be done. She wandered from the Main Hall and into the Brewer’s cave, savoring the distinct smell of various alcohols already being made.

There had been tables set up for finger foods and small cups of sample drinks that had been made for the occasion. That was where she went first. She’d say hello to other people after she had a couple drinks, even if they were small drinks.

Spoiler for OOC:
If anyone has a brewer, or wants to make one 8D, to be Oppesine’s supplier throughout the Pass, lemme know. <3

She couldn’t help but feel a small sense of awe. Domnitissa couldn’t really comprehend how different a wher would be, but she imagined it would. They were so much bigger, and they usually made her feel quite uneasy. There were too many times in Domnitissa’s past where she’d seen them used to put people down, or maul them. Whers were ferocious creatures, not like flits. Not like Dusk, who was an adorable companion to keep her company and help her navigate the halls for the few times she was out and about by herself.

So, of course she was a bit anxious too. Her own wher wouldn’t be mean to her... right? That didn’t happen? She’d never heard stories of such a thing and if it were a Gold, that meant it would be the biggest, and thus keep other wher  from bothering her...

Domnitissa nodded as he explained when the Gold would hatch and that she would eat a lot. Where the meat would come from or how she’d get it never crossed Domnitissa’s mind. Of course Ophy would get it – that just seemed as natural as when he provided everything else for her.

With his boots off, she idly slid her hands up his calves and let her head rest on his lap. “Thank you,” she murmured. There really wasn’t any other good words to say how much she appreciated that he took care of her. Domnitissa was better at showing it anyway.

Her kneeling to help him with his boots was a familiar thing, but it still prompted a show of approval from him. As Domni unlaced them with her usual care and attention, Ophy reached forward and idly ran his fingers through some of her dark hair, and then down to her jaw to grip it briefly. While he might not be an overly vocal person, and not affectionate in a more traditional sense, after their long turns together she’d know that it meant he was pleased. Sure, he was perfectly capable of taking off his boots himself, but this kind of devotion was the sort of thing that made it clear she had no intention of straying to someone else.

“Should be about two months from now,” he told her, leaning back in the chair again then. The egg was new, pretty freshly laid, but that wasn’t the kind of information that Domni needed to know. It was best to keep things simple with her rather than overly complicate them.

As for the amount of meat… “She’ll need a lot more than your flit did, especially since she’s a Gold. I’ll work on stocking up some dried meat before she hatches, so you’ll have enough on hand.” Going to the kitchens might be a relatively short and easy trip, but he knew well enough that Domnitissa didn’t like going anywhere without him. And that would at least tide over her new wher when it hatched and allow the bond to be made, until he could return and snag fresh meat from the food stores.

Rider Weyrs / Re: To What End? [24.06.2591, 8 PM] K'eeda
« on: January 04, 2019, 10:30:29 AM »
It didn’t bother K’eeda when the candidate didn’t sit. That was only a further indication that the girl was restless and hadn’t yet calmed enough to do so. Which was fine. K’eeda paced when she had a lot going on in her mind too. There should have been a path worn through the room. Being a person of far more action then words, it always made more sense to K’eeda to rant and run around then sit and talk calmly.

It was a small wonder she’d been allowed to be a mentor at all.

So it did surprise her a little when Saviavi eventually did sit, after a moment’s hestitation, but she tried not to show it. Just waited. K’eeda wouldn’t say patience was her strong suit, but she could be so when she applied herself.

Like now.

When it all did come tumbling out, K’eeda watched the candidate for a moment. Still leaning back on her hands, looking for all the world like this wasn’t so serious at all. “I wouldn’t say any child is neglected at the creche,” she started, hoping to remind the girl that such a thought was a little… colored in a holder light, maybe. K’eeda, herself, had grown up in the creche – as many riders did – and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. Her mother hadn’t had time to visit her and K’eeda hadn’t, and still didn’t, feel any manner of resentment.

The other part, though. “If you are dissatisfied with your life, with the monotony of the chores and all that, I hate to say but the life of a Rider isn’t much more glorious. It’s much of the same thing.” Granted, there would be a dragon, but even the novelty of that would wear off when you had to oil the thing every other day.

Aeleroth snorted his amusement into K’eeda’s mind.

With a heavy sigh, K’eeda stood and brushed her hands off on her hips. “I think it’s normal, and natural, to doubt when you’ve been Standing for a time. But I also think… maybe… you have a skewed opinion of the place of other people in the world, too? Everyone in the weyr is important, from the people in the kitchens to the people that muck stalls and fold laundry.” K’eeda watched her pointedly. “If you’re only Standing because you think being a Rider somehow makes you more of a person, I don’t know that you’re doing it for the right reasons. We’re all here to be a part of the Weyr, and we’re all doing our part in the way we can.” Not wanting to sound like she was just being a downer, K’eeda shrugged a shoulder and added, “It’s not like if you continue to Stand other avenues of your life are gone forever, and choosing to Stand as you are is still taking charge of your own destiny… Committing to the Weyr, Rider or no, is still a choice you are making. And a choice you can make still. If the risk of not Impressing isn’t worth it to you, then….”

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

A’yara didn’t know M’rek well enough to know what had happened to his face, though the scarring was different from threadscore so she could guess it hadn’t been that. Riders had been injured in thread falls by flame from other dragons, though. Being in the air with so much smoke and commotion occasionally got hectic and messy. Swooping in to save another oftentimes resulted in the wounding of the savior. Her base assumption was that it had been dragon fire that had caught him.

It wouldn’t have occurred to her that it’d be anything other than that. A’yara sometimes forgot people had lives outside of being a Rider, if only because she felt like she’d been one for several lifetimes. The Pass had that affect on some – certainly her and her nightmares.

Rather than asking what the drink was, since it wasn’t likely something she’d track down on her own, A’yara contented herself to enjoying the sweet alcohol and standing near M’rek. She knew what rum was, or could guess. Not that she was interested in trying that, either, but she’d not begrudge someone their want of it. A’yara wasn’t that sort of person.

Instead, she let her attention wander the crowd once more before she idly made her way toward the eggs. The Bets had always felt like something of a reprieve from life during the Pass, but a somber reminder that the future was laid out on the sands in front of them. That more people had to impress, to fill the gaps in the sky, to keep them all safe.

Now? Now they were quiet eggs on Sand. Set for an unknown future. What did Riders do in Intervals past when there had not been jungle monsters to fight? Despite their hardships now, it seemed like an incredibly boring time to be alive. In that, A’yara was thankful for now. That she’d survived for this Interval.

“Given enough time, I’m sure we’ll be able to start setting up other Holds and Halls, hm?” she eventually said, glancing at him. Her thoughts trailing off from his remark about Boll and Ista. Places she knew of by name only. “You weren’t born in Fort, were you?” She was referencing either Hold or Weyr.

A’yara hadn’t been. Not that she remembered anything other than both places.

“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.

OOC Hang Out / OOC Cbox in the New Year
« on: January 02, 2019, 10:10:04 AM »

So over the course of the holidays, the cbox sub expired and I just replaced it with the discord widget on the sidebar. Discord seems to be the general thing most places are doing now-a-days anyway, and it's easier to keep track of when I'm not sitting on the webpage, or when I'm out and about trying to be an adult.

That being said, rather than just ripping the carpet out from under everyone, I did want to know what you gais would prefer. Just discord? Maybe a simple cbox instead of the fancy one we had before? I really hesitant to go back to the one we had before given how much it was and the like, when there is a cheaper, and easier, alternative, but I'm not against having the standard cbox up if that's something everyone prefers.

I'm good with just about anything, though. 8D I usually sit in discord even when I'm not on the site, so that's the easiest thing for me.  :bird: Lemme know, eh?

Hatching Sands / Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: December 14, 2018, 10:34:14 PM »
Riders didn’t have to go look at the new clutch on the sands. Didn’t have to translated into a lot of things, depending on which wing a Rider was in and whether or not they cared about what others thought of them. While J’dan didn’t particularly care about what others outside of his Wing might think, it was rather important to him that other Jungle Wing Riders think, at least well, of him.

Tradition dictated that Riders should go and congratulate the Queen Rider and look at the eggs, so he would do just that. J’dan wouldn’t say he didn’t care, because that wasn’t it. He just didn’t feel a way, either way. There was some hope that the clutch would be healthy, but since it was B’ron’s and Vanelwynne’s, he wasn’t really worried. There wasn’t a reason to be. If anything, he didn’t feel a way about the clutch because it should be a normal clutch. There wasn’t a reason to kick up a fuss or be worried.

This was a normal pairing. No mutations to be expected, no abnormal sizing. While no one was going to run about the Weyr accusing Kalestath of laying too many eggs, J’dan certainly didn’t understand the disparity.

It probably had something to do with the Black Dragon that kept catching her. That was his assumption. Neisoth was throwing everything off. Had been doing that since he’d taken the position of Weyrleader.

He arrived as some of his other Wingmates did – in a small cluster of Jungle Wing Riders who all dipped a short bow to both Oriath and Vanelwynne, as well as acknowledging B’ron. The man certainly deserved recognition – if not for the clutch, but because he’d been the one to really lead them all through the Pass. No one would say that Halirina hadn’t done her part, but when it came to flying Thread and issuing orders, B’ron had been the first one a lot of the Riders had either heard from or came into contact with. Halirina had been about keeping the Weyr in order – B’ron had kept the dragonriders in the air.

With respects paid, J’dan stood out of the way with some of his Wingmates and eyed the glistening eggs. Hard to imagine, not all that long ago, his own dragon was so terribly small.

Hatching Sands / Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: December 14, 2018, 09:51:50 PM »
W’sar felt his age when he had to ask B’lye who was out, and who was supposed to be at the Weyr when the news of Oriath’s clutching was passed around the dragons. Like a gossip chain, he always thought of it. While W’sar did try to keep track of who was out and who was at the Weyr, he couldn’t rightly remember everyone and where they were at. Mostly because his memory just wasn’t that good.

That’s the entire reason he had a Wingsecond, after all.

“I guess that means we should go and take a peek at the eggs, hm?” he said, standing up and glancing over at the mess of parchment and wax tablets he’d made in the Wingsecond’s room. He might’ve felt bad if it wasn’t something so commonplace. It was how work got done, after all. Schedules, assignments, gear, the state of Pern and the other Weyrs, Holds, and Halls... all of it was there. It was both daunting and humbling.

“Should I leave the rounding up to you or...” W’sar teased a little before waving a hand and turning to make his way out of the room. B’lye would get those in the Weyr down to the Sands, to pay their respects and to be a part of an event in the Weyr. It was important, or at least the Brown Rider thought so. There was so much they missed... Not this, though. Since he’d be one of the first to arrive, and congratulate the Weyrsecond and the Junior Queen, he’d also get to see who of his Wing checked in like they should.

Spoiler for OOC:
Just rambling about B'lye. 8D @RaynePOTM Because he's lovely.

Hatching Sands / Event Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ]
« on: December 14, 2018, 11:57:14 AM »

With how much was going on in the Weyr, and the addition of a Black Weyrsecond, it was almost nice that this particular clutching was just normal. Halirina might not like Vanelwynne, but at least the woman and her Gold had the good sense to be traditional. To fall in line with what was expected.

Faranth knew what would happen if B’ron actually lost to a Black dragon. She suspected the ban on dueling wouldn’t top the ensuing rampage. The man wouldn’t go into retirement any quieter than Halirina likely would. Especially if the way the Weyr seemed to be heading was... well, a bit chaotic. The Weyrwoman wouldn’t say that the new colors were an ill omen, but she could say they were problematic and not have Kalestath argue that particular point.

No matter how well they might be doing or that they were displacing the Bronze dragons in the upper ranks, it was causing unrest. Not everyone liked change. Least of all those who had relied so heavily on the hierarchy and tradition of the Weyr, the stability provided, to survive the Pass.

So, it was with a bit of relief, that Halirina received the news of Oriath’s clutch being laid. She could only guess what manner of dragon would hatch out of Imyth’s clutch, but this one... This clutch would be a welcomed dose of normalcy on the island. Even if it meant meeting up with Vanelwynne and B’ron. Halirina didn’t say it, but she was quietly looking forward to seeing the pair. The Weyr was starting to feel... different. Off. Almost out of control and there wasn’t much she could do about it but adapt and deal with things as it all fell on them.

Kalestath didn’t offer any sort of consolation. The Queen didn’t see anything wrong with the Weyr changing to accommodate the additional dragons, or the new life they had at the island. Granted, she couldn’t really remember the past so she didn’t have any attachment to it. All she remembered, she did through Halirina. There was nothing personal in it for Kalestath. She was responsible for all the dragons in the weyr, no matter their color. Whatever happened, they’d deal with it. It wasn’t something she said to Halirina though, because her Rider already knew that and they weren’t the sort of pair to share platitudes.

Arriving at the Hatching Sands with Oriath looming over her clutch of fresh eggs always gave Halirina a sense of heavy nostalgia. The Hatching Sands were just that sort of place. New riders born as their dragons broke into existence. Now a happier time than the somber occasion back in the Pass. Not that the Golds were any less ominous, threatening, or broody. A clutch was a clutch no matter the time it was laid.

“Fifteen eggs,” Vanelwynne said by way of greeting, saving Halirina the time to count. A beautiful pile of glistening, freshly laid eggs near the Gold. It’d have been difficult to get an accurate count anyway.

Halirina dipped her head in a nod of greeting. “A lovely clutch.” No one need said that it was half of Kalestath’s. The Senior Weyrwoman was still trying to figure out why her Gold was still throwing clutch sizes like they were in the middle of a Pass. The others had gotten the idea...

Unless the threat to the island was hardly over. No surprise there, Halirina supposed.

It doesn’t matter the clutch size, only that they are all healthy, the Queen remarked amicably before, specifically to Oriath and her mate, she said, A beautiful clutch. Paying her respects in kind. Now that her own were hatched and away from her, she was a more level headed dragon.

Now that Halirina had arrived and the eggs were slowly hardening, others could show to pay their respects and take a glimpse at the future of the Weyr.

Spoiler for OOC:
Didn't we just have Hatching? :para: Nevertheless, Pern stops for no one. Here's a brand new batch of eggs. As always, there's an OOC thread where you can check in should you like. :love:

Absences / Re: On the flip side
« on: December 10, 2018, 01:34:52 PM »
I'm glad to hear that your exams went well and that you're able to catch up on the sleeps. I do miss getting to chat at you and rayne on discord so much, but I understand that everyone has gotta do what they gotta do.

We figured December was gonna be a bit of a thing for people to, family and holidays considering. ^_^

Look forward to writing with you. :love:

Announcements & Events / Re: Resuming the Timeline
« on: December 02, 2018, 05:55:35 PM »
Piggybacking on the updated applications - but I didn't want to create its own announcement - we've put the long character lists in the profile on the side of each post in a clickable button. Not a hover :P This should clean up all the giant white spaces in posts for people who have monster character lists but still make them easy to reference and see who has what within a click. <3 To close the list, just click anywhere off the list.  :love:

Announcements & Events / Re: Resuming the Timeline
« on: December 02, 2018, 03:13:33 PM »
I'm down for anything, but I do like Sanctified's other option so I vote in favor of that :D

Announcements & Events / News Updated and Edited Applications
« on: December 02, 2018, 12:30:53 PM »

Application Face Lift

Over the years, Southern Winds has collected a handful of new themes, got a couple new templates, and polished up a lot of things around the forum. The newest thing to get cleaned up are the Applications. Not only do they look differently and pull their colors from whatever theme you are using (hopefully you gais think they look neater), but we trimmed them down a little.

It keeping with our more casual feel, we combined the likes & dislikes, are only asking for 3 strengths, 3 weaknesses, and 3 descriptive words. Ultimately, we just slimmed down the Who Are You section so it's not such a pain to get through.

That being said, if you don't like the new one or you don't like change, we're not deleting the old app code. It can still be found here. Either look will be fine for new applications and we're not asking, nor requiring, people to go back and edit old ones.

Hopefully you do like it, though. ^_^

As always, if you have any questions, concerns, suggestions, etc, let us know!

Spoiler for Preview of the New App:
Character Name

Play By:
Name of your face claim
Full first name.
No play on real words. Not all dragons give their riders an honorific, and we do not restrict it by gender here.
How you'd say it -- whichever name they go by, be it the original or their honorific.
Whatever you like.
Date of Birth:
dd.mm.yyyy 9th Pass or 9th Interval.
Place of Birth:
Which Hold or Weyr. Check history for Fall dates for specific places during the 9th Pass.
Dragon Color:
Gold, Bronze, Brown, Blue, Green, Black, Red.
Impression Age:
Wing Rank:
Weyrling or Wing Rider, unless otherwise approved. Also list the wing you would like your Rider to be apart of. Wing information is listed in the Recommended reading in the first post of the Character App thread.
If there is one.

Your Reflection

Appearance: We already know how your character looks from the image you’ve provided above. This section is for anything that makes your character stand out. Dressing style, how they wear their hair, distinguishing marks, etc. What they see when they look in the mirror on any given day. A paragraph suits.

Response to 9th Pass Catastrophe: Everyone survived one way or another. How’d they cope with the destruction of everything that is known of Pern?

Response to dragon color mutations: How do they feel about the new Black Rider Weyrleader and the mutations in the clutches?

Who Are You

Likes & Dislikes: List of 5+ likes and dislikes here, with at least one sentence of explanation for each

Strengths: 3+ (list form and please give at least a bit of explanation to each)

* EXAMPLE : Explanation

* EXAMPLE : Explanation

* EXAMPLE : Explanation

Weaknesses: 3+ (list form and please give at least a bit of explanation to each)

* EXAMPLE : Explanation

* EXAMPLE : Explanation

* EXAMPLE : Explanation

Describe Yourself: 3+ (list form and please give at least a bit of explanation to each)

* WORD: ----- After the word used to describe the character, give an explanation or an example of that word to do with their personality.

* WORD: ----- After the word used to describe the character, give an explanation or an example of that word to do with their personality.

* WORD: ----- After the word used to describe the character, give an explanation or an example of that word to do with their personality.

The Magic Touch: If there’s anything else you’d like to add, like habits or an addiction, please add it here.


Mother: Rank, birthdate, deathdate if applicable. If she was a dragon rider, we need to know the turn she Impressed and the name of her dragon.
Father: Rank, birthdate, deathdate if applicable. If he was a dragon rider, we need to know the turn he Impressed and the name of his dragon.

Siblings: Name, rank, birthdate, and deathdate if applicable. If any were dragon riders, we need to know the turn they Impressed and the name of their dragons.

Children: Given the nature of Pern, most dragon riders will have some manner of children, especially around the ages of 14-16, as that is generally when holders begin to pair off and get married. It is highly unlikely, and very rare, that someone will make it to the age of 20 with no children.

Tell Us a Story

This is the perfect place for you to write out your character’s history. Dot points work out best. So list the important events in their life, a small description of what happened, and their emotional reaction to the event with no more than 5 turns between each event.

* year, age Event

* year, age Event

* year, age Event

* year, age Event

* year, age Event

Give us a taste of your character and a sample of how you roleplay. No real length limit.

Created By:
What you would like to be called on the board
Other Characters:
List, please.
Inactivity Preference:
Make them an NPC, kill them off, adoptable, or have them fade away?
Mauling Permissions:
Look here for the different options!
Anything Else:
Any notes or comments you’d like to make. If you would like your character listed as nonbinary, please note it here.

Announcements & Events / Re: Resuming the Timeline
« on: December 02, 2018, 05:21:22 AM »
I'm no busier now than I am over summer - I don't have any children and work year round - so I'll reply when anything gets posted.

Announcements & Events / Re: Resuming the Timeline
« on: December 01, 2018, 01:58:59 PM »
We could also just do a couple of events sporadic. One every couple of weeks, leading up until after christmas, and not have as many for the next couple of IC months to move the time line along.  :happy:

Ultimately, though, I'm good for whatever. ( I voted other. )

Absences / Re: Sporadic Bee
« on: November 18, 2018, 03:39:53 PM »
Just in time for the great Thanksgiving lull, I am BACK!

Vacation was great, my candidate won her race, work stuff calmed down, and I'm still car hunting but I'LL GET IT DONE EVENTUALLY, it's nice to be back down to one major thing to accomplish.

New Members Introduction / OOC hi. everyone
« on: November 16, 2018, 10:57:59 AM »
My name is Phoenix... I'm a lover of Pern and dragons... well.... whers anyway... I have played in other games but not for quite a while. I'm looking forward to joining your world. I have a son who will hopefully be joining me soon so you'll have both of us posting. I chose healer but I'm more interested in being a guard and possibly fighting the Hunters. I'm a profesional writer in need of a break from publishers. Hope we can have a ton of fun together...

OOC Hang Out / Re: NaNoWriMo
« on: November 14, 2018, 11:42:44 PM »
Just wanted to celebrate hitting 26k. :3 Over halfway done!! November is turning out to be hella busy. Especially with thanksgiving coming up and all that entails. Hope everyone is still truckin' along and making sure life isn't being too much of an ass. <3  :love: <3

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