A'thur of Bronze Merlinth
Jul 3, 2011 20:22:44 GMT -5
Post by Akira on Jul 3, 2011 20:22:44 GMT -5
Name:
A'thur
Gender:
Male
Age:
24 Turns
Birthdate:
Spring
Location:
Alietran Weyr
Rank:
Bronze Rider/Wingleader
Wing:
Lightning Fliers Wing
Family:
Morris - Father - Lord Holder - Deceased
Malie - Mother - Drudge - Deceased
Physical Appearance:
At 6’2 A'thur is a rather tall man, standing above many peers, but he is by no means the tallest around. His silky, jet-black hair is always kept short and neat and makes his dark blue eyes stand out. Because of the time he spends in the sun, A'thur has a deep, rich tan that he believes accents his muscles, not that the accent is needed at all. This guy is buff, every muscle finely defined and almost bulging out of his skin. He is a rather simple man, preferring his work clothes and boots to lighter, fancier clothes, but to him it all adds to the strongman appearance. Despite his tall, muscular shape, A'thur is shockingly graceful on his feet and is rarely seen with anything other than complete calm and grace in his movements.
Personality:
A'thur has a very strong personality in the fact that he is EXTREMELY loyal, and would/could never leave anybody behind during times of peril. He is a very hard working man, and will never leave a job undone unless someone important was dying. Even then he wouldn't be a very happy man. He is almost never happy unless he is either working with his dragon, or working on some sort of project that he considers interesting.
A'thur isn't a very emotional and has a hard time opening up to people, especially strangers. He doesn't like to talk about his emotions, or really much of anything. He is the "less talk, more action" kind of guy. That being said he isn't really a fighter either. He won't back down from a confrontation, but he would rather avoid the situation altogether. He has actually calmed down a lot since his teenage years, and is now better at holding his tongue than he had been when he was sixteen.
Since the man doesn't talk much, a lot of people consider him to be a great listener, and will often come to him for advice. The one thing he will give to people freely. A'thur is a very trustworthy person, once you get to know him that is. Once a person breaks that hard outer shell he is a very gentle, and caring man. His caring side comes out more freely when he is dealing with young weyrlings, or even candidates for that matter. As long as they don't become too pushy or start begging him for things.
History:
Arthur grew up in Nabol hold as the son of a drudge, and didn't know who his father was. His mother would often leave most of the house-hold chores while she went off to work. Even as a very young child Arthur was a very hard working, and would never leave a chore half done. He would always make sure that things were where they were supposed to go, and everything was neat and organized for when his mother would come home after work.
When Arthur was ten he started going out and working around the hold. Doing odd jobs around the Hold to help his mother make ends meet. They never did have a lot, but Arthur and his mother were proud of what they did have because they got it through hard work and patience. His mother would always tell him that things received for free weren't worth anything. Yet anything gotten through hard work was worth the world. After hearing that for three years Arthur really start believing it, and that's when he stopped taking things for free.
Arthur and his mother lived happily together until he was eighteen turns old. The Lord of Nabol Hold called him to his chambers. Arthur was scared that he had done something wrong that would cause the man to be mad at him. His mother on the other hand seem as calm as ever. Arthur slowly made his way to the man's chamber, knocking respectfully before opening the door and entering. Arthur stood by the door in shock as the man and his wife told him that he was next in line to be the Lord of Nabol Hold. This scared Arthur more than if the man had had him banished from the Hold.
After a couple days of doing absolutely nothing, but sit in his room in his mother's house, he finally went out, and started to learn how to run the Hold. Yet after only a week the Lady Holder had a son, which meant that Arthur was no longer next in line. Needless to say this news pissed the sixteen turn old teenager. He stormed into Morris' chambers ranting about he should never have told Arthur about who he really was if he knew that his wife was pregnant with a possible son, a true heir to Nabol Hold. After arguing with the sick old man for what seemed like endless hours, Arthur stormed from the room, and ran to his mother's house.
After packing everything that belonged to him, Arthur found a way to pay for a boat ride to Alietran Hold. He was going to take a break from holder life, and give himself a chance to get used to the idea that his younger half-brother would be taking over a Hold that, at that moment, Arthur never wanted to see again. Yet he knew he would go back, and try to go back to the way his life had been before he had been told he was the Lord's son. After a long boat ride, the man finally made his way to Trelis.
He made his way to Alietran hold, deciding that he was only going to stay here as a guest for only a month. He was about to leave to go back to Nabol Hold, when a Search Rider came to Alietran Hold looking for possible candidates. He decided to go watch who got picked, and would some day be riding the great beasts of the skies. When the search rider made his way over to Arthur his breath was coming in short bursts. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so nervous, but when the blue rider told him that he had been searched, he almost passed out.
As Arthur waited to be carried off to Alietran Weyr, he thought about what his life would be like if he was a dragon rider. He eventually decided that it would be better than going to back to Nabol, and back to a life as the son of a drudge. He didn't mind that his mother was a drudge, it was the fact that he had never been told that he was a possible heir to the Hold that irked him. He spent the next few weeks training as a candidate. When the clutch was finally ready to hatch, the young holder was nineteen.
The first egg to hatch was, as everyone expected, a bronze. Arthur watched the large hatchling with baited breath as it slowly made it's way to the line of candidates. Yet this hatchling wasn't for him. Instead the bronze impressed to the male candidate standing next to him. Arthur sighed heavily as he watched the bronze hatchling and it's newly impress boy leave the sands. He was so absorbed with the leaving pair that he missed the hatching of another very large bronze. When the other candidates around him started to whisper among themselves about who would get the large hatchling, he turned his attention back to the hatchlings.
Arthur gasped, and held his breath as he watched the large hatchling get control of his legs, and make his way to the candidates. He stared dumbly as it sat down in front of him, and stared at him with rainbow eyes. A'thur Mine, your Merlinth is hungry, and needs to be cleaned. As soon as he heard the bronze's strong voice in his head he released the breath he had been holding, and fell to his knees. I can't believe it. Of course you can believe it Mine, now, feed your Merlinth. He could tell the hatchling was hungry, even without it reminding him to feed it. Which made his own thoughts disappear, and made him start thinking of feeding his new dragon.
After feeding and oiling the bronze dragon, he decided that he would never have to go back, and deal with that man that claimed to be his father. But that meant that he would have to give up any claim he had on Nabol Hold. That didn't matter to him anymore, instead he had found something useful to do with his life. He was going to be a bronze rider. That knowledge made the young man ecstatic, and all thoughts about his past were now forgotten, and thoughts about his new life invaded his mind. A'thur has now been living in Alietran Weyr for seven turns, and has no regrets about never going back
Dragon
Name:
Merlinth
Color:
Bronze
Color Codes:
CD950C
CD950C
Size:
45ft.
Age:
7 Turns
Clutch Parents:
Gold Sirith x Bronze Cherith
Physical Appearance:
Merlinth is as large as a bronze can get, and he is extremely proud of that fact. He is an orangish bronze in color, with a lighter, copper bronze belly. The thing that makes him stand out from all others is the size of his claws. Everything about him is well within normal ranges, except for his claws. They have always been large, but when he was younger, people thought he'd grow into them, though, he never did. His large muscles help him last an entire threadfall, and still have plenty of left over energy.
Personality:
Merlinth is a very calm, and gentle dragon. He is a hard worker, just like his rider. He is very loyal, much like a dog in that fact really. He would never betray His, or any that he deems are worthy of his loyalty and trust. He his more open than his rider in the fact that he doesn't mind talking to other dragons and their riders. He is a pretty laid back dragon, but he isn't so much so that he could be called lazy. He likes to be outside working around the Weyr or training with the other dragon's of his wing. He isn't self-conscious as many would think because of the length of his claws.
Mind-Voice:
Merlinth is I, A'thur is Mine.
Stallorth's voice is strong, clear, and deep. His voice is like a crystal clear spring, it is beautiful, yet masculine deep all at the same time. It is strong, and commands attention, well, it doesn't really command much of anything from golds, but it does sound pretty good.
A'thur
Gender:
Male
Age:
24 Turns
Birthdate:
Spring
Location:
Alietran Weyr
Rank:
Bronze Rider/Wingleader
Wing:
Lightning Fliers Wing
Family:
Morris - Father - Lord Holder - Deceased
Malie - Mother - Drudge - Deceased
Physical Appearance:
At 6’2 A'thur is a rather tall man, standing above many peers, but he is by no means the tallest around. His silky, jet-black hair is always kept short and neat and makes his dark blue eyes stand out. Because of the time he spends in the sun, A'thur has a deep, rich tan that he believes accents his muscles, not that the accent is needed at all. This guy is buff, every muscle finely defined and almost bulging out of his skin. He is a rather simple man, preferring his work clothes and boots to lighter, fancier clothes, but to him it all adds to the strongman appearance. Despite his tall, muscular shape, A'thur is shockingly graceful on his feet and is rarely seen with anything other than complete calm and grace in his movements.
Personality:
A'thur has a very strong personality in the fact that he is EXTREMELY loyal, and would/could never leave anybody behind during times of peril. He is a very hard working man, and will never leave a job undone unless someone important was dying. Even then he wouldn't be a very happy man. He is almost never happy unless he is either working with his dragon, or working on some sort of project that he considers interesting.
A'thur isn't a very emotional and has a hard time opening up to people, especially strangers. He doesn't like to talk about his emotions, or really much of anything. He is the "less talk, more action" kind of guy. That being said he isn't really a fighter either. He won't back down from a confrontation, but he would rather avoid the situation altogether. He has actually calmed down a lot since his teenage years, and is now better at holding his tongue than he had been when he was sixteen.
Since the man doesn't talk much, a lot of people consider him to be a great listener, and will often come to him for advice. The one thing he will give to people freely. A'thur is a very trustworthy person, once you get to know him that is. Once a person breaks that hard outer shell he is a very gentle, and caring man. His caring side comes out more freely when he is dealing with young weyrlings, or even candidates for that matter. As long as they don't become too pushy or start begging him for things.
History:
Arthur grew up in Nabol hold as the son of a drudge, and didn't know who his father was. His mother would often leave most of the house-hold chores while she went off to work. Even as a very young child Arthur was a very hard working, and would never leave a chore half done. He would always make sure that things were where they were supposed to go, and everything was neat and organized for when his mother would come home after work.
When Arthur was ten he started going out and working around the hold. Doing odd jobs around the Hold to help his mother make ends meet. They never did have a lot, but Arthur and his mother were proud of what they did have because they got it through hard work and patience. His mother would always tell him that things received for free weren't worth anything. Yet anything gotten through hard work was worth the world. After hearing that for three years Arthur really start believing it, and that's when he stopped taking things for free.
Arthur and his mother lived happily together until he was eighteen turns old. The Lord of Nabol Hold called him to his chambers. Arthur was scared that he had done something wrong that would cause the man to be mad at him. His mother on the other hand seem as calm as ever. Arthur slowly made his way to the man's chamber, knocking respectfully before opening the door and entering. Arthur stood by the door in shock as the man and his wife told him that he was next in line to be the Lord of Nabol Hold. This scared Arthur more than if the man had had him banished from the Hold.
After a couple days of doing absolutely nothing, but sit in his room in his mother's house, he finally went out, and started to learn how to run the Hold. Yet after only a week the Lady Holder had a son, which meant that Arthur was no longer next in line. Needless to say this news pissed the sixteen turn old teenager. He stormed into Morris' chambers ranting about he should never have told Arthur about who he really was if he knew that his wife was pregnant with a possible son, a true heir to Nabol Hold. After arguing with the sick old man for what seemed like endless hours, Arthur stormed from the room, and ran to his mother's house.
After packing everything that belonged to him, Arthur found a way to pay for a boat ride to Alietran Hold. He was going to take a break from holder life, and give himself a chance to get used to the idea that his younger half-brother would be taking over a Hold that, at that moment, Arthur never wanted to see again. Yet he knew he would go back, and try to go back to the way his life had been before he had been told he was the Lord's son. After a long boat ride, the man finally made his way to Trelis.
He made his way to Alietran hold, deciding that he was only going to stay here as a guest for only a month. He was about to leave to go back to Nabol Hold, when a Search Rider came to Alietran Hold looking for possible candidates. He decided to go watch who got picked, and would some day be riding the great beasts of the skies. When the search rider made his way over to Arthur his breath was coming in short bursts. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so nervous, but when the blue rider told him that he had been searched, he almost passed out.
As Arthur waited to be carried off to Alietran Weyr, he thought about what his life would be like if he was a dragon rider. He eventually decided that it would be better than going to back to Nabol, and back to a life as the son of a drudge. He didn't mind that his mother was a drudge, it was the fact that he had never been told that he was a possible heir to the Hold that irked him. He spent the next few weeks training as a candidate. When the clutch was finally ready to hatch, the young holder was nineteen.
The first egg to hatch was, as everyone expected, a bronze. Arthur watched the large hatchling with baited breath as it slowly made it's way to the line of candidates. Yet this hatchling wasn't for him. Instead the bronze impressed to the male candidate standing next to him. Arthur sighed heavily as he watched the bronze hatchling and it's newly impress boy leave the sands. He was so absorbed with the leaving pair that he missed the hatching of another very large bronze. When the other candidates around him started to whisper among themselves about who would get the large hatchling, he turned his attention back to the hatchlings.
Arthur gasped, and held his breath as he watched the large hatchling get control of his legs, and make his way to the candidates. He stared dumbly as it sat down in front of him, and stared at him with rainbow eyes. A'thur Mine, your Merlinth is hungry, and needs to be cleaned. As soon as he heard the bronze's strong voice in his head he released the breath he had been holding, and fell to his knees. I can't believe it. Of course you can believe it Mine, now, feed your Merlinth. He could tell the hatchling was hungry, even without it reminding him to feed it. Which made his own thoughts disappear, and made him start thinking of feeding his new dragon.
After feeding and oiling the bronze dragon, he decided that he would never have to go back, and deal with that man that claimed to be his father. But that meant that he would have to give up any claim he had on Nabol Hold. That didn't matter to him anymore, instead he had found something useful to do with his life. He was going to be a bronze rider. That knowledge made the young man ecstatic, and all thoughts about his past were now forgotten, and thoughts about his new life invaded his mind. A'thur has now been living in Alietran Weyr for seven turns, and has no regrets about never going back
Dragon
Name:
Merlinth
Color:
Bronze
Color Codes:
CD950C
CD950C
Size:
45ft.
Age:
7 Turns
Clutch Parents:
Gold Sirith x Bronze Cherith
Physical Appearance:
Merlinth is as large as a bronze can get, and he is extremely proud of that fact. He is an orangish bronze in color, with a lighter, copper bronze belly. The thing that makes him stand out from all others is the size of his claws. Everything about him is well within normal ranges, except for his claws. They have always been large, but when he was younger, people thought he'd grow into them, though, he never did. His large muscles help him last an entire threadfall, and still have plenty of left over energy.
Personality:
Merlinth is a very calm, and gentle dragon. He is a hard worker, just like his rider. He is very loyal, much like a dog in that fact really. He would never betray His, or any that he deems are worthy of his loyalty and trust. He his more open than his rider in the fact that he doesn't mind talking to other dragons and their riders. He is a pretty laid back dragon, but he isn't so much so that he could be called lazy. He likes to be outside working around the Weyr or training with the other dragon's of his wing. He isn't self-conscious as many would think because of the length of his claws.
Mind-Voice:
Merlinth is I, A'thur is Mine.
Stallorth's voice is strong, clear, and deep. His voice is like a crystal clear spring, it is beautiful, yet masculine deep all at the same time. It is strong, and commands attention, well, it doesn't really command much of anything from golds, but it does sound pretty good.
That sucks.