Zi's Southern Rebels

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Accepted
Weyrleader T'ran of Bronze Knymawth
Searchrider Y'mer of Green Shalivyth
Journeyman Harper/Candidate Alowiha

Deceased

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Status:Accepted

Secret Word: Admin Edit

Name: T’ran
Rank: Southern’s Acting Weyrleader
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Continent: Southern

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Appearance:
T’ran is not a large man, being only about six foot two and not very broad through the shoulders. He has a soldier’s body though thanks to his past, and has kept himself in shape over the turns. His eyes are a brilliant gold and brown that seem to pierce right into a person’s soul. Nothing gets by this predator’s gaze. A vivid knife scar crosses one eyebrow, the bridge of his nose and down to his cheek giving one side of his face a permanent frown. Despite this, he was once a handsome man, and the looks still linger on his face. T’ran keeps his blonde hair, which has been bleached a dull brass by the sun, short to better wear his riding helmet.

Underneath his clothes is a solid mass of muscle that is tanned to the color of good leather. Scars, similar to the one on his face, criss-cross his body in various patterns. T’ran also walks with a notable limp and is missing, from the first knuckle up, his pinkie finger. T’ran prefers well-fitting clothing for the freedom of movement in colors that hide dirt, sweat and whatever else he has gotten into. T’ran’s appearance can calm down a rioting crowd and most people prefer to stay out of his way as his countenance scares them. Sometimes this reaction to his presence will put a spark of amusement in his eyes.

Personality:
T’ran is the consummate bronze rider in personality. There was never any doubt about what color he would Impress though there was some doubt as to if he would Impress. Steady, authoritative and not at all ambitious T’ran is about as close to a perfect Weyrleader as you can get. If he says he is going to do something, he will do it, come Hell or high water. Whether the fight is in the air or on the ground you can count on T’ran to be there and to take care of things. From children to old people, T’ran can be trusted with their lives.

T’ran is not someone who automatically takes the lead but when it comes down to crunch time and no one else is volunteering, he will step up. This is not to say he never takes the lead but more often than not it is usually given to him by general consensus. He has an air about him that makes people assume he is the leader so they turn to him. He has no ambitions past being the best rider he can be and freeing Southern from Hallek’s grip. He did not even want to win the last goldflight which made him Weyrleader, feeling himself too young for the post. And it put Hallek’s eye firmly on him when the Overholder knows T’ran is no friend to Lidal.

You would think these three traits make T’ran a veritable saint of a man, but they don’t. T’ran, while not a drunkard, tends to be a womanizer and will slide out of as many beds as he can slide into. His exterior tends to draw more women then it repels and he uses them all shamelessly as none have caught his heart. He can be rude at times, with one of the grumpiest demeanors ever created. He lives for the dragon and the Weyr and usually cares for little else unless he’s been told to take care of something or someone. He hates patrol duty as he would rather be at the Weyr devising a plan to free the Weyr from Lidal Hold. His ultimate goal in life is to actually be a Weyrleader in fact, rather than by name.

History:
T’ran was born Tallren, Hallek’s older half-brother. Both boys were sons of Overholder Lidal though Tallren was a bastard. He was brought up to be his younger brother’s right hand man which meant Tallren spent a good part of his early life learning weaponry and how to manipulate men. Both were talents that his father and brother shared, much to his dismay. Even from a young age, Tallren was a good soldier who disliked the Overholder’s treatment of the dragonriders. By the time he was twelve Tallren was overseeing the cotholds he had taken over for his father and brother as they pushed their way towards controlling all of Southern’s settlements.

At sixteen, the South was firmly in Lidal’s pockets and Tallren was brought back to Lidal to run the Hold while his brother was sent out to be introduced as the next Overholder. It was during this time that the clutch at nearby Southern Hatched. Doing his duty by father and Hold, Tallren attended not expecting anything to come of it. And of course nothing did. Well except that a passing green rider’s attention was caught by the young man and in two turns, when Tallren was eighteen, the same rider requested an audience with him. Glad that his time had been worth it, Tallren was invited to stand as a candidate. The Overholder while not happy with the invite, was not upset either, and allowed Tallren to stand.

That Hatching produced a bronze by the name of Knymawth who impressed Tallren almost immediately after cracking shell. The Overholder was proud of his son but at the feast, T’ran stood up and firmly told his father that he would never set foot in Lidal Hold again as anything other than a Weyrleader, and when he did set foot in Lidal Hold, he would be the Weyrleader of a free Weyr. His father laughed at him, but even though he tried, T’ran never did set foot in the Hold again, going against his father’s, and his Weyrleader’s, orders.

Over the turns T’ran and Knymawth established themselves as a steady pair who could be counted on when it came to problems. As instructed by the Overholder they flew men for Lidal’s armies all over the south or dropped supplies that were not grown locally. They took their turns at patrols over Southern borders and came away from skirmishes none the worse for wear. By the time he was in his late twenties, the Weyr was beginning to look at T’ran as if he’d be a future Weyrleader, though he kept his bronze grounded from such flights. However Knymawth got away from him during the last Weyrleadership flight and not only won, but won going away against the other competition. Against his will T’ran is now the Weyrleader. And shortly after the Flight Gimyna, the Weyrwoman, had a heart attack after having a discussion with the Overholder. She now lies in her weakened state on a cot near the Hatching Grounds while Vandyith guards her precious eggs.

-Parents:
Father: Garek, Lord Lidal, deceased.
Mother: Imani, drudge, 54
-Siblings:
Brothers: Hallek, Lord Lidal, 27, Lindak, 20, Pokan, 14
Sisters: Danek, 25, Marala, 22, Tarai, 18

-Firelizards:
-Color:
-Appearance: Three or so sentences
-Personality: Three or so sentences

V.I.D.
Name: Knymawth
Color: Bronze
Age: 14 turns
Appearance:
Knymawth is not the largest creature of his color in Southern Weyr but he is no light weight either. Like his rider, he has enough size and muscle to hold his own in a fight. A rich, true bronze color there is no mistaking him for a brown and if you try to you will hear about it. His tail is a bit longer than liked in a dragon, and his neck a little thicker where it joins his body but for the most part he is a handsome specimen. He wears his scars well as only one of his stature can.

Personality:
Knymawth has a similar sense of personality to that of his rider. He is serious minded and rarely makes a joke about anything, though he does have a sense of humor. It tends towards appreciating fine humor rather than slap stick comedy but he has been known to laugh, which is a myth for his rider. He will circumvent any rules he feels he needs to, which is an offshoot of his rider’s own subconscious. He tends to have better manners than his rider and is not the womanizer T’ran is, how can he be when he’s rarely chased a green. He is not one to deal with other humans preferring his rider’s company but he is quick to remind other dragons to behave themselves.

History:
Knymawth was one of the first to Hatch and as soon as his shell had cracked he was calling for T’ran to come to him. From that day forth, the pair were nearly inseparable. T’ran was an excellent Weyrling, he knew from day one how to follow orders and he took pity on his fellow Weyrlings by helping them learn the para-military form of organization that is a fighting Weyr. Knymawth quickly followed his rider’s lead and was as good a weyrling as his rider was. They excelled in training and were easily made the wing’s leading pair.

Upon graduation they were put into the Weyrleader’s win as acting wing seconds, replacing an older man while his broken leg healed. They did so well that when wing-second came open in another wing, they were transferred over. Turns spent as a wingsecond prepared T’ran for his promotion to Wingleader where he quickly proved himself capable and competent, taking down several Northern dragons. It was no wonder that rumor began to circulate about the pair becoming Weyrleader, which became a fact a short time ago when Knymawth caught gold Vandyith.

Other:

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Status:Accepted.

Secret Word: Shush.

Name: Y’mer
Rank: Searchrider
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bi
Continent: Southern

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Appearance:
Y’mer is not a tall man nor a short man, a thin man nor a fat man. He’s rather average in all respects as to his looks. You couldn’t pick him out in a crowd, or a line-up, and you would forget about him the minute he walked away. With perfectly average brown hair and brown eyes, he looks like everyone and like no one. Neither his face nor his eyes are very expressive emotionally by nature. It’s not a skill he’s had to learn, it’s just how his face was made. With skin a shaded white and very few scars, he blends in perfectly.

Y’mer liked to wear clothes that fit his frame, showing off his hard won muscles to their advantage. He’s not overly flamboyant in his choice of colors but for Gathers he can turn himself out. His only additions to wardrobe are a small knife for emergencies and a belt three times too big for him. All in all he is a simple plain young man.

Personality:
Y’mer, unlike Shalivyth, does not excite easily. He remains calm in the face of danger and rarely expresses any amount of emotion. As a matter of fact, he’s not your typical greenrider, being prone to introspection and anti-socialism. Which could be why Shali is so much a typical green dragon, they complement each other rather well. Y’mer is often exasperated by his green but he does love her and that is all that matters.

For most of Y’mer’s life, his life depended on being quiet, stealthy and not prone to emotion. It’s no wonder that hard-trained habits became facets of his personality. He rarely speaks up, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself and his skin intact. He will do everything he can to keep himself, and Shali, healthy and if that means someone else gets hurt then so be it. This is not to say he is uncaring, he just looks out for himself first and foremost. And he does feel emotions, but letting them wreck havoc on his life would have gotten him killed at one point, so he keeps them pinned up.

On the whole most riders tend to like Y’mer. He keeps his word as long as it keeps him healthy. He doesn’t intimidate easily, can take a hit and while he doesn’t volunteer for the bad jobs, he does take them without complaint. He’s a steady rider, not prone to accidents or mischief and he can be trusted to actually perform viable Searches. As for his sexuality, he was never a man-lover until impressing Shali but now that he has, he likes men just as much as he likes women and it’s fifty-fifty on which one will be in his bed.

History:
Yamer was born on the streets of Benden Hold, though he doesn’t remember the hold. What he does remember is Zanis finding him one day. The caravanning thief picked up Yamer to be his apprenticed when the boy was just two turns old, having found him in one of the poorer sections of Benden Hold. With no parents around and the boy just sitting in a cradle, Zanis could not resist. Zanis took the baby to Bitra where Yamer grew up learning the ins and outs of card cheating, dice cheating and just plain out stealing. At nine turns, he and Zanis travelled the North in a caravan, stealing valuables and trinkets. With his unremarkable face, Yamer could never be remembered and who looks at a kid anyway?

But when Yamer was twelve, Zanis and he were caught by the chief of their current caravan. Thrown out in the middle of nowhere with the clothes on their back, they managed to survive until they came to a cot-hold. However they were roughly turned away, their names and faces told to the holders by the chief. This happened nearly everywhere in the North, so in a fit of desperation they signed on to work a trading vessel headed to Lidal.

At fourteen Yamer still looked average and Zanis was getting old. They set up shop in a small cot-hold outside of Taskin where Yamer apprenticed to a Jewelry-maker. Of course this was so Yamer could steal bits and pieces of gems as uncut gems came to the Master. It seemed as if they had found a good gig when a rider appeared out of the sky looking to by some necklace or other. The blue dragon took one look at Yamer, claimed him and despite the fuss and fight from Zanis, Yamer was taken to the Weyr. Just after his sixteenth turnday, the current clutch Hatched out a rather feline like green by the name of Shalivyth and there was no looking back.

-Parents:
Doesn’t remember anyone but Zanis, age 72, farmer
-Siblings:
Doesn’t know.

V.I.D.
Name: Shalivyth
Color: Green
Age: 12
Appearance:
Shalivyth is about what you would expect to find in a green, size wise. She’s got a good wing span on her, good weight, good length, perfectly average everything. She’s pretty in a plain way, with a definite mischievous cast to her features that bodes ill for anyone who catches her fancy. She’s a rather fetching shade of spring green, dark across her wings and just underneath her chin. Very few scars mar her altogether plain hide, which is just as well, since they’d neither help nor hurt her looks

Personality:
Personality wise Shali is a lit firecracker. If a dragon could have ADD, Shali would be the example. She can’t keep her mind on anything longer than it takes the thought to cross her mind. She’s bouncy, outgoing, emotional, and she loves to cause trouble. Nine times out of nine if Y’mer is being called before the Leaders it’s because of something Shali did. She’s a better than average Search dragon, especially for finding future brown, blue and green riders. She’s a spoiled brat who always gets what she wants but Y’mer loves her so what can you say.

History:
Shalivyth’s egg all but busted open on Hatching day. One instant the egg was there, the next it was nothing but powdered shell mixed with sand. From the get-go her attention span was noticed as she flitted from boy to boy, egg to egg and back to the stands and all over the place. It took the combined efforts of the gold, the bronze and her stomach to force her into concentrating enough to Impress Y’mer. And when she did, chaos was unleashed.

While Y’mer was an exemplary weyrling, Shavi was anything but. She wanted to play, she wanted to go here and there and everywhere and it took hours just to settle her down. She drove off two weyrlingmasters in her short tenure as a Weyrling since she couldn’t concentrate. Everyone figured on her and Y’mer being a casualty but somehow Y’mer is able to keep the two of them alive and sane. After graduation, Shavi’s sensitivity for Searches was quickly found out and she’s been on messenger duty ever since.

Other:

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Status:Accepted

Secret Word: I am the Admin!

Name: Alowiha
Rank: Candidate
Age: 20
Gender: female
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Continent: Southern

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Appearance:
Alowiha is just shy of six feet tall with a figure that would be called athletic rather than skinny. She has curves in all the right places and in the right clothes can make a man’s mouth go dry and his heart race. Usually she doesn’t wear the right clothes though, but on occasion, yeah she knows how to use her looks as a weapon. Blessed with black hair that curls naturally into loose ringlets and eyes of a pale, icy blue she’s a bewitching beauty no doubt. Her facial features are not beautiful, there are girls who are much prettier than she is, but there is a sense of personality in her eyes that make men look to her first, last and only.

Her skin is like satin, one uniform color all over with no freckles, scars or other defects to catch the eye. Not a pale white but rather a lightly tanned brown, Alowiha burns easily in the harsh sunlight. She moves with a sense of freedom, confidence and purpose but she is not exactly graceful. It seems as if every move is calculated, measured and planned depending on her mood. She is rarely without a small hunting dagger strapped to her belt, and her clothes are often tunics and breeches in varying shades of blue and brown.

Personality:
Alowiha is, above all else, a caluculating, careful and intelligent young woman. Those blues eyes can find the weakness in any story, the holes in any plan and the flaws in any man’s soul. She has a plan for her life and with her intellect and body she is so close to getting it. She analyzes situations, choosing the best course and pursuing it to the end. Never one to take risks, or at least not risk any more than she has to, she is a deadly card-player, the rival to any Bitran. She was never one for figures, though she is good at them, instead she uses her intelligence for politics and Harpering. She plans on becoming Southern’s first Master Harper and who knows, maybe The Master Harper.

But those traits are just the surface of Alowiha. Inside is a dreamer who, above all else, struggles to hide her soft-heart and womanly ways. She dreams of a husband, of children, of a family but knows if she continues on her current path she’ll have none of that. It is a sacrifice she is willing to make, at least until her true love comes. Alowiha has a romantic soul, it is what allows her to sing, to act, so well. She can feel tradgedy and sorrow, success and joy so strongly. Her emotional depth is what allowed her to become an Apprentice Harper, they could not turn her away. She has a kindness deep within her for the injured soul and will do what she can to help. An easy way with laughter and music, it’s hard to believe that at her age she isn’t married.

But Alowiha does have her flaws. She has a temper that, while slow to flare, lasts as long as the rivers flow. She can hold a grudge until it bleeds to death and she has been known to exact cold-hearted and merciless revenge on foes. In her attempt to move upward in the ranks of the Harpers she is willing to use all her skills, including her body, to gain what she wants. She can be sarcastic and rude by turns when the moods strike her and sometimes even be offensive. She hates liars and will not have them in her presence, even more she cannot stand men who think themselves superior. Out to prove she is their equal, she has a chip on her shoulder as large as a dragon. This can make her touchy at times. It is best to be wary around her.

History:
Alowiha was born the daughter of Master Harper Pesinae and a lowly kitchen worker named Aderi. It was a good life for the young child being in a center of learning, Pesinae was a Teacher at Southern’s College, she could often sneak into any classroom she so wished. Her father was the type who believed gender was no indication of intelligence, began teaching his daughter from the time she could talk the songs and knowledge he held. When she was old enough to wield a knife without cutting herself, Pesinae began to teach her how to make instruments, beginning her Apprenticeship a bit early. When he discovered she could sing, her lessons only became more serious.

At ten, when boys are brought to the college as Apprentices, Alowiha argued vehemently with her father to be allowed in. Months of pleading and begging she succeeded but only with her father. Pesinae took her before the Masters when she turned twelve, hoping she could reason with them and be allowed in. After a day of grueling questions, of being forced to sing song after song and repeat knowledge she’d learned, the Masters carefully agreed. Alowiha was enrolled as an Apprentice Harper. She was then given to Master Harper Fotion to learn from. Fotion was one of the better instrument makers in the College but he had a sour temper to match his ugly exterior. He did his best to run Alowiha off but to no avail. When it came time for her exams on instrument making, she even had his grudging respect for the jobs well done.

After Fotion, Alowiha was given into the tutelage of Masters Caprinon and Hert. Caprinon was her playing Master and while he did not have the temper Fotion did, he had an indifference that left Alowiha speechless. He cared only that she play her instruments and play them well. Outside of that she couldn’t have been a purple wherry for all he cared. Hert was different though, as a singing instructor he was easily Alowiha’s favorite. He had a calm manner that was rarely ruffled, dealing with Alowiha’s turn of moods and female misdemeanors as if he was her elderly grandfather. When he died just after Alowiha’s eighteenth turn day, she was devastated. She was even more devastated when her next singing instructor was a Master Liko. Liko was just thirty turns old, a musical prodigy The Master Harper said. Liko was also a pain in the rear.

Liko was convinced that women could not hold a candle to men and when Alowiha should have been promoted to Journeyman he held her back, claiming her accent needed work. It was with Liko Alowhia found out just what allure her body held for a man. When she turned nineteen and Liko had her promoted, she gave him his reward, two days in bed with her. The next sevenday she gave him his punishment, he was sent to Garon Hold to teach. Punishment the Masters claimed, for attempting to seduce the few girl students. While the Masters did not care who Liko slept with, for him to try and seduce their students was not a good idea and they did not hear his pleas of innocence.

Now it is a turn into her Journeyman status, Alowiha has decided to specialize in stringed instruments and she struggles to write her Masterpiece. Her goal so close she can almost taste it, little does she know, fate has a twist for her.

-Parents:
Master Harper Pesinae, 51
Aderi, 40
-Siblings:
Master Harper Delinae, 30
Journeyman Harper Pedri, 25
Wife Asine, 27