Kusuri's Hoard of the North

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Accepted:
M'kal
Nyboka


Pending:

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Status:Accepted
Name:Nyboka
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Wing:
Rank: Weyrling

Give Us A Portrait
-Five Sentences equal One Paragraph-
Appearance: The first thing people notice about Nyboka is that she's dark.Really dark.The bay of a runnerbeast graces her skin.She is also rather short and stockey.She has a handsome face,though she isn't most men's definition of pretty.Her nose is broad and over her runnerbeast brown eyes reside thick eyebrows.Nyboka has a nicely rounded chin and above has large,full lips.Her face is a tad angular and her cheeks highs.Her dark,obsidian hair is rather thin and course.These curly tresses are pulled straight into a pony tail or bun to keep the troublesome strands out of her eyes.If you ever get the chance to see,her back is laced with scars from the lash
Her stride is long,low,and rolling.It is very comical to behold because for every single stride she takes,the average male can make triple.She never dawdles and always uses an easy lope to get around.Many who see her tiny legs fly assume she is constantly in a rush,but really,she is used to rushing to meet a Lord's demands.Her chin is always held high and her shoulders set back.She doesn't consciously do this though,its mostly habit.Her hieght of 4feet, 9inches is a sore subject,so any who jab at her vertical issues better watch their shins!
Upon her body are light colored clothes.She dresses simply and comfortably.She will be most often found with riding pants on,even in the sweltering noon hour.When occasion calls for it,she will wear a dress,but is she doesn't have to,she wont.The soles of her feet are tough from her past work as a drudge,so she rarely wears shoes,much to the disgust of others.When she does wear shoes,she will be found with simple, leather sandals.

Personality: Nyboka is friendly,but distant toward others.Her work as a drudge hardened her toward men,so she is a little less social with males.She has many friends,but few close ones.She loves kids,but hasn't wormed up to the idea of birthing a little brat.She is never satisfied with what she has and she needs the newest,best, items available.
She is very ambitious and welcomes the power her position gives her over others.She is not outright power hungry, she is subtle in her issuing of orders and bossing others around.She scorns laziness and will not hesitate to put anyone to work in menial labor.She also likes the fact that her life has a purpose now,as she might be a valuable soldier.She also isn't very keen about short jokes,so speaker beware!
She is also exceedingly stubborn and unyielding.If she has an opinion or goal,she sticks to it,no matter what people think.She is ruthless in her pursuit of goals and will let nothing stand in her way.She has a very vauge idea about what honor is,therefor she will use any means necessary to get what she wants...

History: Nyboka was born from a line drudges.She was the product of a young Lord Holder's boredom, so her mom wasn't that warm toward her daughter.She was raised on the mindset that women were worthless and never advanced in society.The most a drudge could accomplish was to be a favored concubine of the Lord of the Hold.While her mother and other women strived for that position,Nyboka worked silently in the kitchens.She knew there had to be more to life than scrubbing pots and servicing men.She practiced acting as a Lady Holder,holding her head high and shoulders back.
The overseer of the drudges often whipped her for this pompous behavior,but the girl just continued to walk proud.A visiting Lord noticed her behavior and liked her spunk.He won the drudge's service through a card game at her 14th Turn.Those Turns were dark for Nyboka.She was the Lord's Chocolate Beauty, and was never called by her true name.After enduring the Lord's bedchambers at night,the poor girl had to deal with the wrath of the Lady Holder.She was often covered in bruises even her dark hide couldn't conceal and she was hidden when visitors came.
After four Turns of misery, she was liberated by a blue rider and his dragon.The man caught site of her accidentally while searching for the one his beast had claimed was here.Nyboka had eluded the overseer and was making another attempt for freedom when a dragon bugled with joy and scooped her up.She panicked at first,but then noticing the beast was friendly,she scratched his eyeridges.Impressed by her lack of fear and his dragon's insistence that she was a worthy Candidate,she was wrested from the Lord Holder and never looked back.

-Parents:
Minor Lord Holder Ladon-48
Minor Hold Drudge Katrinia-36

-Siblings: none



Name: Rianth
Color: Green (9FDD96)
Appearance: Rianth is a pale green, the shade of pure, flawless jade, from nose tip to tail tip, unadulterated by any striations, flaws, or markings, and when she's clean and oiled, she positively glitters in the sunlight. Rianth is almost never clean, however. Typically, her hide is flecked with dirt, mud, or whatever her latest play-toy happens to be. It's really a shame. She'd be far and a way one of the loveliest dragons on Pern, with her too-perfect build, if she could only stay clean. She's exactly middling sized, as greens go, and there is no part of her that is not built to the perfect, exact specifications of what a dragon should be.
Personality: Rianth is beautiful, and she knows it, but she's not the sort to flaunt it. After all, surely there are prettier, aren't there? That won't stop her from flicking a tail toward a charming blue, or tilting her head just so for that one handsome brown, of course, but outside of her fondness for flirting, she tends to have better things to do than preen about her own redeeming qualities. She's a very outdoorsy dragon, and the weather must be absolutely atrocious to keep her cooped up inside her weyr. She would much rather be out and about, getting to know her world up close and personal. It tends to get her dirty, quickly, but she doesn't mind. It's worth it to be able to stop and smell the... er... leaves crushed under her weight.

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Status:Accepted
Show Us Your Colors

Name: M'kal (Mikal)
Rank: Blue Weyrling
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual,leaning more toward men.
Wing: no preference

Give Us A Portrait
-Five Sentences equal One Paragraph-
Appearance: Scruffy,but subtly handsome, this boy is the cause of many a sigh.He has a more refined face than average, adorned with a thin nose.His blazing blue eyes contrast starkly with his thick,dark tresses.Mikal's lips are often dry and cracked, but full.His skin is touched by the sun and callouses mark him as a worker.He has very thin,slender, feminine hands with dirty,chipped nails.His hands usually hide in the pockets of his cheap,worn, wherrie pants.He wears dull colors,usually black accented with gold or silver colored threads.Most
of his clothes are faded and worn,for the dye and cloth are cheap and old.His thin shirts cling to his broad shoulders, yet hangs from the rest of his thin frame.He barely reaches six feet tall,including his scraggly hair.

Personality: Appears dominant, but actually is quite submissive(though he doesn't like the thought of being dominated by anyone).He is often grouchy for unknown reasons and sulks off by himself.He tries to act tough and stoic,but he is truly a softie at heart.He doesn't like the mention of the word girly and if anyone says anything that offends him,he'll usually just walk away.He tries to act overly macho, but in reality likes soft,fuzzy,cute things.Though he unconsciously leans toward males, he isn't aware of his sexuality.He catches himself constantly complimenting another man's attributes, so he'll often randomly turn red much to the bewilderment of others.Because of his constantly red face,people assume that he is easy to anger.After blushing,he walks away without saying a word,often stomping in his haste to get out of there.This makes him awkward around males,but he interacts fine with females.He is very oblivious to any advances. He never got the talk about the birds and the bees before Search, so yeah...He likes having friends, but usually prefers quiet time by himself.He is possessive of anything he deems his.This includes friends,animals,inanimate objects,anything.He doesn't like meeting new people due to seeing them as a threat to what is his.He gets jealous easily and will lash out at the friend or newcomer.

History: Mikal grew up on a runnerbeast farm.They bred fine boned animals and children's beasts for wealthy Holders.His only friend and companion was his older brother Lamone. Lamone died in runnerbeast accident when Mikal was eight. After getting over his grief, he made new friend of a stable worker.His parents didn't like their closeness and how their teenage son spent more time with the boy than looking at girls, so they sent the boy away.This made him possessive of his friends and he grew clingy.He never really learned how to socialize properly,due to it just being him and his brother for so many years.Plus, he had a private tutor,further isolating the lad. His next friend fell in love with a girl and ignored him until the day he ran off with girl to another hold.This made him fear losing his friends through contact with other people.Over the next few Turns,people started questioning his manhood because he never paid much mind to girls.He responded by getting into fights frequently and started to obsess over girls to prove them wrong.Mikal turned sour and grouchy cause he was going against his true nature.The boy was often depressed and listless,refusing to talk for days at a time.Then he was searched at age seventeen.His parents were delighted to see him go,as they had birthed a replacement their and didn't nee this trouble maker becoming Lord Holder.Over the days spent in Candidate lessons and doing chores, he came to love the way of life the weyrfolk held.He hopes to Impress and make friends that will last a lifetime.Mikal also likes that he can be himself,though it is harder than he thinks to break old habits.He just has to discover the freedom the weyr offers first and overcome his now ingrained mentality of proving his machoness.
-Parents:
Minor Holder Lagast
Minor Lady Holder Serine
-Siblings: Lamone(deceased age 14)



V.I.D.
Name: Orelth
Color:Blue 8FD8D8
Appearance:Orelth is a pale, cloudy blue. Sturdily built, with a barrel-like chest, strong, heavy legs, and a stout appearance, every inch of this mid-sized blue is muscle. Not one ounce of him is wasted. For his size, he has exceptional stamina, though at the price of some of the customary blue speed. Indeed, for endurance, Orelth rivals a small brown, despite the size disparity, and he is exceedingly strong. There is nothing slim about this dragon. Even his neck is broad and muscular. There is an air of quiet confidence about him, despite his low rank.
Personality: Orelth knows his place, and he's happy with it. He sees no need to go changing the pecking order. With a quiet contentment about him, he prefers to observe than to act. It's not out of a desire to think things through. Orelth is just happy to watch the world. Problems pass over him without so much as kissing his wings. This gives him an easy outlook on the world and makes sharing his presence soothing to the troubled mind, a role Orelth often fills for his less satisfied kin. He has a problem though, the male dragons can be his friends but the female dragons have to be more. He’s always after them and more often than not he’s after the ones whose riders are male. It’s just how he is, a quirk you could say.
History: Orelth was one of the many eggs stolen from the South.He hatched in an extravagant manner.After stumbling out of the egg and stepping on an irrate green who chased the bigger and well muscled blue.Mikal swooped down heroically(in Orelth's mind) and saved him.
Now training and hopefully battle await this young dragon.

Other: Impression
Mikal raced toward the cavern,shrugging into his white robe.His face was expressionless,but his mind was racing.
Oh Shard it! the brunette thought as he lengthened his stride.Of course I'm in those blasted Lower Caverns when the Hatching is about to start.
The boy had taken three wrong turns and lost his way.Frustrating as it was,it was Mikal's fault.The lad had been impatient,being stuck behind the cavern staff who where all running the same direction.The boy had thought he could take a short cut and had gotten horribly lost.His feet finally met the hot sands and he flinched,before plowing on ahead toward the other candidates.He eyed a bonded blue pair mournfully as they left to feed and get acquainted.There four eggs left in the sands, and many candidates encircling them.He had a small chance of Impressing,but then again,every candidate did even before a hatching.He waited,holding his breathe for the other eggs to begin rocking.
Another blue suddenly burst forth from his shell and spilled forward onto his face with an astonished squeal. It took him a few seconds to right himself and shake the sand from his eyes. He was a pale pastel blue, almost like his clutchmate, except for the color difference. He glanced around and took a step, tripping over his wing into another egg. The green that hatched from that egg came out spitting and hissing like a maddened feline. The blue backed away from her Mine, your Orelth needs help, he said, trying to surrender to the green. Mien!, he sent one more time to Mikal. The poor blue was clearly out of his depth.
Mikal was startled when a blue exploded from one of the remaining eggs. He stifled a chuckle as the dragonet fell face first into the sand.The poor clumsy thing.He was startled when he felt another conscience brush his.His eyes widened and a grin split the boy's normally solemn face.He rushed over toward the blue and threw his arms around the creature.He pushed his face into the damp,pastel hide and muttered,
"No need to worry Orelth.I'm here now,though I'm a bit late." He grinned apologetically at the dragon.
The mid-sized blue hummed in contentment,but stopped abruptly as his stomach growled.
Its okay Mine,but I'd really like to eat now.
He slapped the dragon's shoulder affectionately and led the beast out of the caverns,admiring the sun dancing the rippling muscles of his blue.