Post by Femisis on Feb 22, 2009 16:34:19 GMT -6
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Name: H’dan (Hidan)
Rank: Bronzerider/Wingleader
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Wing: If you have a preference put it here, if not leave blank.
Give Us A Portrait
Appearance:At 5’9” H’dan is tall for his family, but not for a guy. He has a strong build with wide, powerful shoulders. He’s all muscle from head to toe, giving him an intimidating look. His hands are large and powerful as well, calloused from his time spend training and looking after Marth. His touch is sure and delicate despite this and he can mend the smallest of trinkets or tie the tiniest of knots. His skin is a medium tan that doesn’t seem to darken much, though he’s been know to receive nasty sunburns once in a while.
His ice blue eyes are large and give him an innocent look that he uses to his advantage all the time as only those who know him well know otherwise. His hair, a light brown color, is constantly kept short for ease in battle, though it’s rather messy and sticks up in random places against his will. A dark birthmark sits on the left side of his neck and runs a bit down his shoulder. When looked at right side up, it looks a bit like a lopsided dragon. He always wears a pendant, a piece of bronze shaped like a dragon studded with yellow topaz at regular intervals, around his neck, not even taking it off to bathe.
Personality: In all honesty, H’dan is full of himself. He can do no wrong, nothing is his fault, and Pern revolves around him. He doesn’t let anyone know it, though. Despite his demeanor he is a quiet person, preferring to listen and plan than to speak and let his plans be known. He never speaks unless spoken to or if his opinion is needed, though his standards of needed seem to be quite different than everyone else’s. Still, it’s never stopped him before and never will.
H’dan is stubborn as a mule and proud as a lion. It’s very difficult to get him to change his mind on anything without suitable proof, thought he’s more inclined to believe learned men quicker than someone without any formal education at all. Still, it takes quite a bit of convincing and debate to get him to see differently, so few bother to try. It is also a feat to get him to admit when he needs help. Even when it came to tending Marth’s still healing leg, it took a pained plea from the Bronze to get his rider to ask for assistance. He doesn’t want to be considered weak by asking for help, but some situations force him to accept it against his will.
Patience is a virtue, one that H’dan possesses in abundance. This has been enhanced by his training as a Jeweler, though he was rather patient even as a child. This has helped immensely in his wait for the chance he needs to put his plans into action. It was also helpful for his days as a Weyrling when Marth was injured in a battle. He was unable to leave the Weyr for weeks and spent most of his time nursing his foreleg or sleeping. This would have annoyed many other riders, but H’dan was patient, waiting for his dragon’s injury to heal completely before starting his rehabilitation.
Most notably, H’dan hates the fact that Southern Weyr is under the control of Hold Lidal. The idea infuriates him as he was raised in a more traditional family. He knew all of the old stories when the Weyrs were ruled by no one. Upon Impressing to Marth, he’s planned and schemed to overthrow Lidal, though he hasn’t been able to implement it yet. It’s all a matter of time, though…
History: Born in Garon hold to Hamrin, a Smith, and Leedan, Hidan was prepared to train to become a Smith himself from the time he was born. By the time he could walk, Hamrin was bringing him to the forge to allow him to become accustomed to the tools, the furnaces, everything he would need to be able to use once he completed his apprenticeship. Hidan didn’t seem very interested, but neither did he complain. After all, if he didn’t like smithing, maybe something else would come his way.
When he was twelve, he was formally apprenticed to a friend of his father and began to work in the forge. He seemed to be of average ability, easily grasping concepts and techniques and spitting them back exactly as he learned them. He didn’t seem to have any drive to expand or embellish on what he was taught. His work was acceptable at best, but he’d probably never amount to much, or so everyone thought until he started fooling around with jewelry. That was where he excelled, creating fine pieces that impressed even the masters. A teacher was found for him immediately, a kindly older master with failing eyes and funds of wisdom. He taught Hidan much and his efforts were rewarded by his apprentice’s excellence. It wasn’t to last as a Searchrider came two years later and spirited Hidan away to the Weyr.
At age sixteen, Hidan Impressed to Bronze Marth, the only Bronze in the clutch. Many were skeptical as to the hatchling’s worth, slender as he was, but their worry was unnecessary. Marth would prove to be a fine beast, though not until he was grown. H’dan, meanwhile, was disappointed that his training couldn’t continue, but Weyrling training quickly dispelled any regret he felt. All wasn’t bad, however, as a few days later, his old master showed up at the Weyr bearing a gift for him, the very pendent that he wears around his neck at all times. Sadly, the old Master passed away a few days later, but H’dan wouldn’t dwell on it. He had more important things to worry about than to mourn forever.
A few years after graduating from Weyrlinghood to full rider, H’dan and Marth were patrolling the Northern skies near Ista when they spotted a small raiding party off the coast. Employing Marth’s stealth, they managed to pick off a Greenrider before the others spotted them. Reinforcements came and the battle ended swiftly, but not before an enemy Bronze caught Marth’s foreleg in his mouth, snapping the bone with a sickening crunch. Their opponent was quickly dispatched and Marth darted toward the ground. He was in hideous pain and it was only H’dan’s will that kept him from jumping between. It was months before Marth would regain use of his foreleg, though he was left with a permanent limp. He refused to let it impair him, though, much to H’dan’s amusement.
Now they wait for their chance to take down Lidal, biding their time patiently for the right moment to act.
-Parents: Hamrin, 63, living
Leedan, 52, living
-Siblings: None
-Firelizards: None
V.I.D.
Name: Marth
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Marth is big for a Bronze, sizing near a small Queen at full growth. He’s slim, built more for speed and agility than power. It’s a bit of a disadvantage when attacking, but helps for stealth attacks. His hide is a light Bronze, light enough to be called brass, flecked with darker Bronze like stars. His left foreleg is badly scarred from a battle with southern, leaving him with a pronounced, but not crippling, limp. His mindvoice is higher pitched than most males and tinged with a permanent veil of sarcasm.
Personality: Marth is a jovial fellow, always upbeat and willing to chat. He’s just as full of himself as H’dan, though he’s got scars to emphasize it. He’s conceited, too, concerned more about his personal appearance than he should be. He’s sneaky and scheming, knowing just how to get what he wants when he wants it. He’s hard to catch at his scheming, too, so it’s difficult to tell what his motives for doing something are. He’s brave, but has a horrible aversion to pain. He can’t stand it in the least and tends to overreact when injured. (Under construction.)
History: Part of a tiny clutch of twelve eggs, Marth was the only Bronze hatched from the clutch. Rather gangly for a Bronze, most spectators were rather disappointed with his appearance, though the boys were excited simply by the fact that he was a Bronze. The brassy creature didn’t seem interested as he began cleaning his claws, blatantly ignoring the boys group teeming with cheers, jeers, cries and screams. He knew where His was, but he had to get this gunk off of him first. They’d have to be content with the blundering Brown that seemed to be tearing them all to bits while trying to find His.
H’danMine, your Marth is presentable now. Come feed me so we can get to our planning, hmm? He asked as he butted against his rider’s side.
Most of their Weyrling training was spent focusing on Marth’s strengths, mainly flying and stealth attacks, though he’d never be able to outdo a Green no matter how hard he tried. He found himself in the position of Wingleader early on, mainly due to a lack of capable Bronzes in the Weyr. Nonetheless he performs the best he can in battle to prove that the strongest aren’t always the best.
Show Us Your Colors
Name: H’dan (Hidan)
Rank: Bronzerider/Wingleader
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Wing: If you have a preference put it here, if not leave blank.
Give Us A Portrait
Appearance:At 5’9” H’dan is tall for his family, but not for a guy. He has a strong build with wide, powerful shoulders. He’s all muscle from head to toe, giving him an intimidating look. His hands are large and powerful as well, calloused from his time spend training and looking after Marth. His touch is sure and delicate despite this and he can mend the smallest of trinkets or tie the tiniest of knots. His skin is a medium tan that doesn’t seem to darken much, though he’s been know to receive nasty sunburns once in a while.
His ice blue eyes are large and give him an innocent look that he uses to his advantage all the time as only those who know him well know otherwise. His hair, a light brown color, is constantly kept short for ease in battle, though it’s rather messy and sticks up in random places against his will. A dark birthmark sits on the left side of his neck and runs a bit down his shoulder. When looked at right side up, it looks a bit like a lopsided dragon. He always wears a pendant, a piece of bronze shaped like a dragon studded with yellow topaz at regular intervals, around his neck, not even taking it off to bathe.
Personality: In all honesty, H’dan is full of himself. He can do no wrong, nothing is his fault, and Pern revolves around him. He doesn’t let anyone know it, though. Despite his demeanor he is a quiet person, preferring to listen and plan than to speak and let his plans be known. He never speaks unless spoken to or if his opinion is needed, though his standards of needed seem to be quite different than everyone else’s. Still, it’s never stopped him before and never will.
H’dan is stubborn as a mule and proud as a lion. It’s very difficult to get him to change his mind on anything without suitable proof, thought he’s more inclined to believe learned men quicker than someone without any formal education at all. Still, it takes quite a bit of convincing and debate to get him to see differently, so few bother to try. It is also a feat to get him to admit when he needs help. Even when it came to tending Marth’s still healing leg, it took a pained plea from the Bronze to get his rider to ask for assistance. He doesn’t want to be considered weak by asking for help, but some situations force him to accept it against his will.
Patience is a virtue, one that H’dan possesses in abundance. This has been enhanced by his training as a Jeweler, though he was rather patient even as a child. This has helped immensely in his wait for the chance he needs to put his plans into action. It was also helpful for his days as a Weyrling when Marth was injured in a battle. He was unable to leave the Weyr for weeks and spent most of his time nursing his foreleg or sleeping. This would have annoyed many other riders, but H’dan was patient, waiting for his dragon’s injury to heal completely before starting his rehabilitation.
Most notably, H’dan hates the fact that Southern Weyr is under the control of Hold Lidal. The idea infuriates him as he was raised in a more traditional family. He knew all of the old stories when the Weyrs were ruled by no one. Upon Impressing to Marth, he’s planned and schemed to overthrow Lidal, though he hasn’t been able to implement it yet. It’s all a matter of time, though…
History: Born in Garon hold to Hamrin, a Smith, and Leedan, Hidan was prepared to train to become a Smith himself from the time he was born. By the time he could walk, Hamrin was bringing him to the forge to allow him to become accustomed to the tools, the furnaces, everything he would need to be able to use once he completed his apprenticeship. Hidan didn’t seem very interested, but neither did he complain. After all, if he didn’t like smithing, maybe something else would come his way.
When he was twelve, he was formally apprenticed to a friend of his father and began to work in the forge. He seemed to be of average ability, easily grasping concepts and techniques and spitting them back exactly as he learned them. He didn’t seem to have any drive to expand or embellish on what he was taught. His work was acceptable at best, but he’d probably never amount to much, or so everyone thought until he started fooling around with jewelry. That was where he excelled, creating fine pieces that impressed even the masters. A teacher was found for him immediately, a kindly older master with failing eyes and funds of wisdom. He taught Hidan much and his efforts were rewarded by his apprentice’s excellence. It wasn’t to last as a Searchrider came two years later and spirited Hidan away to the Weyr.
At age sixteen, Hidan Impressed to Bronze Marth, the only Bronze in the clutch. Many were skeptical as to the hatchling’s worth, slender as he was, but their worry was unnecessary. Marth would prove to be a fine beast, though not until he was grown. H’dan, meanwhile, was disappointed that his training couldn’t continue, but Weyrling training quickly dispelled any regret he felt. All wasn’t bad, however, as a few days later, his old master showed up at the Weyr bearing a gift for him, the very pendent that he wears around his neck at all times. Sadly, the old Master passed away a few days later, but H’dan wouldn’t dwell on it. He had more important things to worry about than to mourn forever.
A few years after graduating from Weyrlinghood to full rider, H’dan and Marth were patrolling the Northern skies near Ista when they spotted a small raiding party off the coast. Employing Marth’s stealth, they managed to pick off a Greenrider before the others spotted them. Reinforcements came and the battle ended swiftly, but not before an enemy Bronze caught Marth’s foreleg in his mouth, snapping the bone with a sickening crunch. Their opponent was quickly dispatched and Marth darted toward the ground. He was in hideous pain and it was only H’dan’s will that kept him from jumping between. It was months before Marth would regain use of his foreleg, though he was left with a permanent limp. He refused to let it impair him, though, much to H’dan’s amusement.
Now they wait for their chance to take down Lidal, biding their time patiently for the right moment to act.
-Parents: Hamrin, 63, living
Leedan, 52, living
-Siblings: None
-Firelizards: None
V.I.D.
Name: Marth
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Marth is big for a Bronze, sizing near a small Queen at full growth. He’s slim, built more for speed and agility than power. It’s a bit of a disadvantage when attacking, but helps for stealth attacks. His hide is a light Bronze, light enough to be called brass, flecked with darker Bronze like stars. His left foreleg is badly scarred from a battle with southern, leaving him with a pronounced, but not crippling, limp. His mindvoice is higher pitched than most males and tinged with a permanent veil of sarcasm.
Personality: Marth is a jovial fellow, always upbeat and willing to chat. He’s just as full of himself as H’dan, though he’s got scars to emphasize it. He’s conceited, too, concerned more about his personal appearance than he should be. He’s sneaky and scheming, knowing just how to get what he wants when he wants it. He’s hard to catch at his scheming, too, so it’s difficult to tell what his motives for doing something are. He’s brave, but has a horrible aversion to pain. He can’t stand it in the least and tends to overreact when injured. (Under construction.)
History: Part of a tiny clutch of twelve eggs, Marth was the only Bronze hatched from the clutch. Rather gangly for a Bronze, most spectators were rather disappointed with his appearance, though the boys were excited simply by the fact that he was a Bronze. The brassy creature didn’t seem interested as he began cleaning his claws, blatantly ignoring the boys group teeming with cheers, jeers, cries and screams. He knew where His was, but he had to get this gunk off of him first. They’d have to be content with the blundering Brown that seemed to be tearing them all to bits while trying to find His.
H’danMine, your Marth is presentable now. Come feed me so we can get to our planning, hmm? He asked as he butted against his rider’s side.
Most of their Weyrling training was spent focusing on Marth’s strengths, mainly flying and stealth attacks, though he’d never be able to outdo a Green no matter how hard he tried. He found himself in the position of Wingleader early on, mainly due to a lack of capable Bronzes in the Weyr. Nonetheless he performs the best he can in battle to prove that the strongest aren’t always the best.
