Post by Kouga on Aug 9, 2006 1:58:49 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Xy’on (Formerly Xylon, don't ask)
Rank: Weyrleader
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Mother: Aradia, 39, Weyrling Master with brown Perth, Rosuto Weyr
Father: G’bin, deceased at 42 in the later months of the plague, Searchrider with green Vezith
‘Mother’: Fezion, deceased at 39 birthing Sozi, Cook
‘Father’: Zuxyso, deceased at 40 in an accident, Master Smith
‘Brother’: Zufe, deceased at 31 in the plague, Cook
‘Sister’: Feson, deceased at 16 in a flaming accident, Weyrling to blue Asoduth
‘Sister’: Zion, 18, Cook, Rosuto Hold
‘Brother’: S'zi, 13, Weyrling with Blue Hinixusth, Rosuto Weyr
Other: Aresa, Female, deceased at 27 in plague, Rosuto Weyr, Rider to Zenth’s golden mate Hasgoth
Description: Xy’on is by no means what many people would call an attractive man. He is a rather tall man at 6’2” of height and he is rather weighty at 150 pounds. He is-and always has been-naturally built like a rock wall; He is just pure imposing muscle. He has broad shoulders, somewhat wide hips, and one heck of a six pack when it comes to abs. He has a slightly drawn look about most of his face. His cheeks are slightly sunken, he holds constant black rings under his eyes, he nearly always appears to be biting his lips making them appear much thinner then they truly are, and his hairline falls just over an inch farther back then that of most men though this is natural as it has been this way all his life. His hair has always been unruly and a big hassle for him to deal with so early in life he gave up on try to tame the short curly black mess. His eyes are a rather vivid green color and are rather close to a terrain neon green in coloring. His skin always seems to hold a bronzy look to it and to his is probably his best feature.
His typical dress is long hide pants & a short sleeve hide shirt, calf high boots, his belt, and his belt knife; All usually in muted shades of red or on occasion green that go well together.
Personality: Xy’on is rather serious when it comes to his work, he knows what needs to get it done, and refuses to play until it is complete. He is the kind of man that will make a complete list of all his wing mates just so he can learn their names, those of their dragons and where they are in the wing by the next wing drill. His weyr is probably one of the most organized you will ever see, especially when it belongs to a man. Every thing in his weyr has its place, and if it isn’t there be prepared to get a good dressing down on respecting other people’s things if he finds that you are the reason it is out of place.
When he is not stressing over organizations he is almost like a different man. He is rather caring and weather due to this or his own problems with liking people to be considerate of him and his things he is a considerate person. He is not a good person to have as an enemy, but if you have him as your ally you have a great person on your side. He dedicated to his friends and will defend them with his life if needed.
History: Xylon started life in a Hold near Igen Weyr the newest member to the growing family of a cook and a smith. His early life was nothing special, learning with the harper, helping pick local plants or helping the cooks. Or at least this is what he has been told all his life. In reality he is truly the son of two riders given up not long after his birth as neither had time to care for him.
Nothing special happened to him unless you include the massive breakdown of his entire way of life. Even in his early turns Xylon was always organizing things and for the first couple of turns that was fine his family just left him to it as all his siblings were older then him at that point and had pretty much figured out how things worked. If they upset the baby he cried, so don’t up set the baby by moving his things and he doesn’t cry. Around his third turn though his first younger sibling was born and things just got bad for him.
His older siblings under stood the concept, but his younger one didn’t so his things were all the time being moved and rearranged by Zion. He was nearly always having a hissy fit because she had moved something or something of his was missing. It was also around that time that he started to more fully interact with the other Weyrbrats and he liked them about as much as he liked Zion. They were always trying to bother his things in his room if they came to play, moving them about or trying to look at his clothes and not folding them back and putting them in their proper place.
It nearly drove the child to fits, so that by the time he was eight turns old he had stopped letting anyone near his room. At this point though he was old enough that his siblings decided that it would be fun to play tricks on him, especially his younger siblings. So when ever he went anywhere and one of them was left behind they went into him room and moved some of his things around: folded something wrong; put a shirt with his pants; put a brown shirt in with the green ones; anything to throw off his organization even the slightest bit.
For turns this went on and Xylon true to form always let it get to him and always fixed it back up. As his 12th birthday approached though both his parents started to push him more and more into choosing a craft that was until a month or so after his birthing day when something happened that greatly changed the path of his life.
He and his family were enjoying a gather on the first clear day in several seven days, when a man wearing rider knots approached his mother and father, it turned out the man’s blue had searched him, and the rider wanted his parent’s permission to take him back to Igen Weyr after the gather. Though a bit reluctant to lose their boy they ended up agreeing to allow him to go, under the understanding that if he didn’t impress they expected him to take up a proper craft, for neither really saw dragon riding as proper work.
A couple of months later once the queen had clutched he started with candidate classes. As the hatching came closer he got more and more excited about the possibility of having a dragon, until finally it was time. The humming began and the Candidate Master took them to the hatching grounds. It was there that he lost it, the first egg hatched a wet bronze that impressed to a boy beside him; and as the next few eggs hatched and the dragonets passed him by the young Xylon started to become rather worried. He had been so organized his whole life and so straight forward and down to business that this was quickly wearing on him. He could not control this there was no organization to it, nothing it was just a large mess.
Then before he realized what he was doing he was backing away from the eggs and the hatching dragonets, but he didn’t get to far before he fell over knocking the breath out of him. There you are came a happy voice in his head, and was soon followed by a bronze head and two whirling eyes I am Zenth and you are mine Xy’on. The boy had managed to trip over a bronze dragonet that had been behind the group of candidates trying to find his life mate, but not just any bronze, this was /his/ bronze. He spent several minutes just staring at the bronze before one of the Weyrling Master’s assistants had come over had helped him to where the other weyrlings were already feeding their new life mates.
Weyrling training went well for the pair with nothing major going wrong, but a few scraps making their appearance now and again. Is a matter of fact it went rather well for them with Xy’on even helping out some of his clutchmates. Due to his study habits he was usually one of the ones to pick up things quicker then some of the others and eventually some of the other Weyrlings started to notice this and started coming to him for help. He didn’t really think much of it and when he had a spare moment out of his own studying helped his class mates even going so far as to help them come up with a better way to organize their time so they could more properly study. After all he was one of the bronze Weyrlings why shouldn’t he help out the others?
After training they started in on wing drills and that for the most part went well as well with Xy’on even going so far as making a list of his wing mates, their life mates, and their positions in the wing so that he could force himself to learn it all. By the second seven day in his new wing much to every ones surprise even his own to some extent he had memorized it all.
So drills were going well and all was fine, that was until his first flight. It was that caught Xy’on of guard and threw his organization off again. He had become confident that his life was back in order, when he was suddenly over whelmed by feelings of lust and Zenth’s voice in his head saying I chase. It took him about 30 seconds to figure out what was happening and once he did to get to the flight weyr. It was not the most pleasant thing for Xy’on after all he was still hold bred and even if he had been in the weyr for over 2 turns now it was still disturbing to him. With this being his first flight that eh was in it was rather a shock to him, especially when he woke up a few hours later laying next to another man. His bronze had ended up winning the flight and the Green’s rider had been a man.
After his first flight encounter Xy’on seamed a bit shaken for the next few seven days, and wile he continued with drills and such as normal the social life he had had fizzled for that time. He did eventually get over it as most flight shocked riders do and his life returned to as normal as it could get when you were a rider.
That was until a turn ago when the sickness hit. People died around him for months until the vaccine came and in the end even he got sick. He was one of the ones that managed to get over it, but it was not without cost. Despite his looks and personality and while it would be hard to would be hard to tell if one didn’t know him Xy’on was blinded by his fight with the disease.
However it has not stopped him from his work. Before the Weyrwoman and her Second died his Zenth had been the last to fly the Weyrwoman Second’s meaning that since the Weyrleader is dead he is now Weyrleader until the gold they had rises. In the mean time, though, Zenth watches over the clutches on the sands.
Dragonrider
Name: Zenth
Age: 9
Colour: Bronze
Rank: Wingleader
Appearance: Zenth has a reddish bronze hide that looks a lot like molten metal. It is swirled with a darker bronze that looks almost black and a light gold throughout his wings, underbelly, and neck. His underside has a light moss green strip down the center that continues down the under side of his tail to the tip and up the under side of his neck to his muzzle tip. His limbs however are longer then is typical, making him look a bit acquired at times due to his ‘long’ look.
Personality: Zenth is a like a big Weyrling. He loves to splash about in the Weyrlake with his rider, firelizards, or just who ever else he can get to play with him. He loves to flirt and hardly care what color the hide of the female, but when he catches one he remains with them for as long as it takes for them to stop allowing them to catch him. Currently he has no mate as his former mate Hesgoth is still to strongly in his mind. Not that it matters much as he is still as confident about his skills and as quick to crack a joke with his rider or another dragon as ever. Well ok not at this very moment as right now he is more broody then a gold dragon, but normally that’s how he is.
Weyr of Origin: Igen, now Rosuto
Anything Else: Xy’on is blind, but still the Weyrleader.
Name: Xy’on (Formerly Xylon, don't ask)
Rank: Weyrleader
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Mother: Aradia, 39, Weyrling Master with brown Perth, Rosuto Weyr
Father: G’bin, deceased at 42 in the later months of the plague, Searchrider with green Vezith
‘Mother’: Fezion, deceased at 39 birthing Sozi, Cook
‘Father’: Zuxyso, deceased at 40 in an accident, Master Smith
‘Brother’: Zufe, deceased at 31 in the plague, Cook
‘Sister’: Feson, deceased at 16 in a flaming accident, Weyrling to blue Asoduth
‘Sister’: Zion, 18, Cook, Rosuto Hold
‘Brother’: S'zi, 13, Weyrling with Blue Hinixusth, Rosuto Weyr
Other: Aresa, Female, deceased at 27 in plague, Rosuto Weyr, Rider to Zenth’s golden mate Hasgoth
Description: Xy’on is by no means what many people would call an attractive man. He is a rather tall man at 6’2” of height and he is rather weighty at 150 pounds. He is-and always has been-naturally built like a rock wall; He is just pure imposing muscle. He has broad shoulders, somewhat wide hips, and one heck of a six pack when it comes to abs. He has a slightly drawn look about most of his face. His cheeks are slightly sunken, he holds constant black rings under his eyes, he nearly always appears to be biting his lips making them appear much thinner then they truly are, and his hairline falls just over an inch farther back then that of most men though this is natural as it has been this way all his life. His hair has always been unruly and a big hassle for him to deal with so early in life he gave up on try to tame the short curly black mess. His eyes are a rather vivid green color and are rather close to a terrain neon green in coloring. His skin always seems to hold a bronzy look to it and to his is probably his best feature.
His typical dress is long hide pants & a short sleeve hide shirt, calf high boots, his belt, and his belt knife; All usually in muted shades of red or on occasion green that go well together.
Personality: Xy’on is rather serious when it comes to his work, he knows what needs to get it done, and refuses to play until it is complete. He is the kind of man that will make a complete list of all his wing mates just so he can learn their names, those of their dragons and where they are in the wing by the next wing drill. His weyr is probably one of the most organized you will ever see, especially when it belongs to a man. Every thing in his weyr has its place, and if it isn’t there be prepared to get a good dressing down on respecting other people’s things if he finds that you are the reason it is out of place.
When he is not stressing over organizations he is almost like a different man. He is rather caring and weather due to this or his own problems with liking people to be considerate of him and his things he is a considerate person. He is not a good person to have as an enemy, but if you have him as your ally you have a great person on your side. He dedicated to his friends and will defend them with his life if needed.
History: Xylon started life in a Hold near Igen Weyr the newest member to the growing family of a cook and a smith. His early life was nothing special, learning with the harper, helping pick local plants or helping the cooks. Or at least this is what he has been told all his life. In reality he is truly the son of two riders given up not long after his birth as neither had time to care for him.
Nothing special happened to him unless you include the massive breakdown of his entire way of life. Even in his early turns Xylon was always organizing things and for the first couple of turns that was fine his family just left him to it as all his siblings were older then him at that point and had pretty much figured out how things worked. If they upset the baby he cried, so don’t up set the baby by moving his things and he doesn’t cry. Around his third turn though his first younger sibling was born and things just got bad for him.
His older siblings under stood the concept, but his younger one didn’t so his things were all the time being moved and rearranged by Zion. He was nearly always having a hissy fit because she had moved something or something of his was missing. It was also around that time that he started to more fully interact with the other Weyrbrats and he liked them about as much as he liked Zion. They were always trying to bother his things in his room if they came to play, moving them about or trying to look at his clothes and not folding them back and putting them in their proper place.
It nearly drove the child to fits, so that by the time he was eight turns old he had stopped letting anyone near his room. At this point though he was old enough that his siblings decided that it would be fun to play tricks on him, especially his younger siblings. So when ever he went anywhere and one of them was left behind they went into him room and moved some of his things around: folded something wrong; put a shirt with his pants; put a brown shirt in with the green ones; anything to throw off his organization even the slightest bit.
For turns this went on and Xylon true to form always let it get to him and always fixed it back up. As his 12th birthday approached though both his parents started to push him more and more into choosing a craft that was until a month or so after his birthing day when something happened that greatly changed the path of his life.
He and his family were enjoying a gather on the first clear day in several seven days, when a man wearing rider knots approached his mother and father, it turned out the man’s blue had searched him, and the rider wanted his parent’s permission to take him back to Igen Weyr after the gather. Though a bit reluctant to lose their boy they ended up agreeing to allow him to go, under the understanding that if he didn’t impress they expected him to take up a proper craft, for neither really saw dragon riding as proper work.
A couple of months later once the queen had clutched he started with candidate classes. As the hatching came closer he got more and more excited about the possibility of having a dragon, until finally it was time. The humming began and the Candidate Master took them to the hatching grounds. It was there that he lost it, the first egg hatched a wet bronze that impressed to a boy beside him; and as the next few eggs hatched and the dragonets passed him by the young Xylon started to become rather worried. He had been so organized his whole life and so straight forward and down to business that this was quickly wearing on him. He could not control this there was no organization to it, nothing it was just a large mess.
Then before he realized what he was doing he was backing away from the eggs and the hatching dragonets, but he didn’t get to far before he fell over knocking the breath out of him. There you are came a happy voice in his head, and was soon followed by a bronze head and two whirling eyes I am Zenth and you are mine Xy’on. The boy had managed to trip over a bronze dragonet that had been behind the group of candidates trying to find his life mate, but not just any bronze, this was /his/ bronze. He spent several minutes just staring at the bronze before one of the Weyrling Master’s assistants had come over had helped him to where the other weyrlings were already feeding their new life mates.
Weyrling training went well for the pair with nothing major going wrong, but a few scraps making their appearance now and again. Is a matter of fact it went rather well for them with Xy’on even helping out some of his clutchmates. Due to his study habits he was usually one of the ones to pick up things quicker then some of the others and eventually some of the other Weyrlings started to notice this and started coming to him for help. He didn’t really think much of it and when he had a spare moment out of his own studying helped his class mates even going so far as to help them come up with a better way to organize their time so they could more properly study. After all he was one of the bronze Weyrlings why shouldn’t he help out the others?
After training they started in on wing drills and that for the most part went well as well with Xy’on even going so far as making a list of his wing mates, their life mates, and their positions in the wing so that he could force himself to learn it all. By the second seven day in his new wing much to every ones surprise even his own to some extent he had memorized it all.
So drills were going well and all was fine, that was until his first flight. It was that caught Xy’on of guard and threw his organization off again. He had become confident that his life was back in order, when he was suddenly over whelmed by feelings of lust and Zenth’s voice in his head saying I chase. It took him about 30 seconds to figure out what was happening and once he did to get to the flight weyr. It was not the most pleasant thing for Xy’on after all he was still hold bred and even if he had been in the weyr for over 2 turns now it was still disturbing to him. With this being his first flight that eh was in it was rather a shock to him, especially when he woke up a few hours later laying next to another man. His bronze had ended up winning the flight and the Green’s rider had been a man.
After his first flight encounter Xy’on seamed a bit shaken for the next few seven days, and wile he continued with drills and such as normal the social life he had had fizzled for that time. He did eventually get over it as most flight shocked riders do and his life returned to as normal as it could get when you were a rider.
That was until a turn ago when the sickness hit. People died around him for months until the vaccine came and in the end even he got sick. He was one of the ones that managed to get over it, but it was not without cost. Despite his looks and personality and while it would be hard to would be hard to tell if one didn’t know him Xy’on was blinded by his fight with the disease.
However it has not stopped him from his work. Before the Weyrwoman and her Second died his Zenth had been the last to fly the Weyrwoman Second’s meaning that since the Weyrleader is dead he is now Weyrleader until the gold they had rises. In the mean time, though, Zenth watches over the clutches on the sands.
Dragonrider
Name: Zenth
Age: 9
Colour: Bronze
Rank: Wingleader
Appearance: Zenth has a reddish bronze hide that looks a lot like molten metal. It is swirled with a darker bronze that looks almost black and a light gold throughout his wings, underbelly, and neck. His underside has a light moss green strip down the center that continues down the under side of his tail to the tip and up the under side of his neck to his muzzle tip. His limbs however are longer then is typical, making him look a bit acquired at times due to his ‘long’ look.
Personality: Zenth is a like a big Weyrling. He loves to splash about in the Weyrlake with his rider, firelizards, or just who ever else he can get to play with him. He loves to flirt and hardly care what color the hide of the female, but when he catches one he remains with them for as long as it takes for them to stop allowing them to catch him. Currently he has no mate as his former mate Hesgoth is still to strongly in his mind. Not that it matters much as he is still as confident about his skills and as quick to crack a joke with his rider or another dragon as ever. Well ok not at this very moment as right now he is more broody then a gold dragon, but normally that’s how he is.
Weyr of Origin: Igen, now Rosuto
Anything Else: Xy’on is blind, but still the Weyrleader.