Status:Accepted
Secret Word:-::Not anymore::-
Name:-::Beyral::-
-::B'ral::-
Rank:-::Candidate::-
Age:-::Nineteen [19]::-
Gender:-::Male::-
Sexual Preference:-::Heterosexual::-
Continent:-::Southern::-
Give Us A Portrait
Appearance: Beyral has a medium build to himself which he has acquired from the training he puts himself through. He stands at 5 foot 11 inches. Weighing roughly about 153 pounds. His muscles don't show too much but when he flexes they are very noticeable. His legs follow suit to his arms which allow for Beyral's footwork. His body also is fined tuned as he has a clear six pack which he make sure he keeps because this is how he tells if he is in shape or not. Beyral is of a anglo saxon skin tone. The teens hair is a light brown color. It hangs down to about his shoulder blades, and can usually be found tied back in a ponytail since Beyral doesn't usually doesn't enjoy his hair getting in his line of vision; though he does have his moments. At almost all times his hair can be found perfectly in place as Beyral likes to always look presentable. Beyral's eyes are of a liquid caramel color that are always visible unless Beyral has his hair out of a ponytail. Beyral usually has a serious face on since he doesn't have a reason to smile, usually.
Beyral's clothing consists of what allows him to move freely, as to not disadvantage himself in a fight. Beyral usually wears a tight, but not too tight to constrict his movements, long sleeve black shirt with a loose fitting blue shirt over it. He wears black pants held at his waist with bark brown belt. The extra length of the belt that makes it the rest of the way around just dangles down his right leg. He wears a black glove that covers his whole hand on the right. The left hand, on the other hand [no pun intended], is covered with a glove that is cut off at the beginning of his fingers. His bow [usually unstrung] and quiver can be found on his back.
Personality:Beyral usually comes off as rude to most people as he thinks himself all high and mighty. The only people he truly shows respect to other than his parents are riders and females, for who knows if they will be a gold rider eventually. Beyral gets all of his mannerisms from his father, who just like Beyral respects no one unless they are higher ranked then himself. When it comes to "lesser" people, Beyral is quick to speak back whether it be an insult or not but when it comes to someone who is of higher rank, he is quick to watch his tongue as to not get himself into trouble. With this demeanor Beyral usually finds himself leading in whatever he is doing as he refuses to be a follower to anyone "lesser" than himself.
One of the most favored traits, by most people, that Beyral picked up from his father, that isn't bad, is that he never backs down from a challenge no matter how small. Even if the odds are against him, Beyral keeps trying. It's not always a good thing that he does this, however, as Beyral then ends up getting very competitive and, at times, injuring himself in the process. Beyral is very slow when it comes to trusting people because he has no reason to trust them in the first place. Once they gain his respect though, Beyral trusts the persons thoughts and actions quicker than he normally would. Beyral dislikes those who take life as a game as he has grown up learning to be serious and takes most things seriously.
Beyral also awaits his time on the sands so he can join the long lasting fight with the North in the sky. Beyral looks up to his father as a role model as well as his brother and can only hope that he will impress as they did once the time comes. Beyral sees this as a challenge to show no weakness in order for him to impress the strong, and he is dedicated to doing this even if it means seeming ruder than he already is. Showing that Beyral is dedicated to what he has already planed for his future as long as everything goes his way like it usually does.
History:Since he was rather young, Beyral always had someone in his family telling him how he was supposed to do something. What was right. What was wrong. He never really had a choice as all his thoughts were pretty much pounded into his head, and by the age of five he already had his own "destiny" planned out. He wanted to match his father's supposed greatness. Beyral would always watch as his dad oiled his dragon, fed his dragon, practiced with his dragon and this only made Beyral more sure of what he wanted to do once he became older.
By the time he had reached ten turns, Beyral had it stuck in his head that the only people better than him were those with dragons. and the only people that deserved his respect was those with dragons and females for who knew who would be he next queen. This of course he learned from the man he most looked up to his dad. His mother at this age in Beyral's life tried to get him to respect everyone, but in Beyral's eyes only the words spoken from his dad could possibly be true.
As Beyral and his siblings grew older, his two siblings began to prepare for their future jobs. His older brother would try and follow in their dad's footsteps and become a rider while Beyral's sister would incorporate her future job with their mother's so while mom sang the daughter would dance. When his sister wasn't dancing, however, she would be learning the arts of healing whilst his mother would preform her motherly duties such as cooking and cleaning. While his family seemed to separate into two groups Beyral picked the obvious choice which would lead him to become increasingly more like his father and brother.
Beyral took this time to try and learn a skill of his own. At first he was just simply a young child that ran around the weyr looking for something to do or something to watch, but it was time to end such childish hobbies and become more like his role model, his father. This would be the age where he began to do some simple training. This was nothing fancy. It was just simply him working out. He would run a certain distance everyday and pull himself from whatever ledge he could in order to preform pull-ups. He would alternate between days in what he would work... Whether it be his upper body, his stomach, or his legs. After a while he just sort of fell into a routine. With the extra time on his hand, Beyral found himself helping out a lot around the weyr, whether it be being called upon to help some smith or simply help clean around the place. Beyral was sort of like a jack of all trades as he picked up a little bit of skills from here and there.
When Beyral was thirteen turns his brother D'ras stood at the sands and got himself a dragon. Though he didn't do as well as their father, D'ras returned with a brown. Beyral had also stood at this hatching, but his look had not been as good as even his brother as he had ended up being one of the few that had no dragon impressed to them at all. Beyral being the weyr brat that he is became used to seeing all these dragons daily which only fueled his will to ride a bronze like his dad. During the night he would dream of leading a wing of dragons into battle with the North. He constantly had this dream and constantly it ended the same, with him on top. This was all that he could do as he had seemed to be unfit for a dragon at that moment, or the none of the dragons weren't for him.
Throughout the next few turns the male would simply continue his daily training and would pick up a bow for practice. Whether people found it weird or not he could care less as he enjoyed practicing with his bow. He would continue on helping where he was told to help by his father and he would make sure to listen, watch, and learn what he could when he could from his father. He didn't want to have to worry about not impressing the next time he was on the sands. Not impressing the first time had put him on bad terms with his father, so Beyral had to make sure everything would go smoothly next time. He would begin to force himself into leadership positions now wherever he was. He would always try to take commands and lead others to the correct path. He was going to prove himself one way or another. He wouldn't be turned down again.
A gift would be given to him by his brother at this point. It was a flitt egg. The flitt would hatch into a bronze flitt and the youth would be quick to name it Russet. It was a fitting name for it's color. Beyral would give it something to eat like he was told to and from there on Russet seemed to be inseparable from Beyral. Beyral spoke and the flitt understood, and Beyral did the best he could to understand the emotions that the flitt gave off. At first the communication was rough, but after a few seven days of learning Beyral was quick to catch on.
Now Beyral is nineteen and Vandyith has laid her clutch. Now it's time for Beyral to stand at the sands, yet again, and their is no doubt in his mind that he will impress a bronze. The only thing standing in his way now is that he is yet to be searched. As far as Beyral is concerned he already considers himself searched for it's his supposed "destiny".
-Parents:- Father: R'der / Forty-Six[46] / Bronze Rider
- Mother: Selina / Forty-Three[43] / Singer, Wife, Mother
-Siblings:- Brother: D'ras / Twenty-Four[24] / Brown Rider
- Sister: Ayame / Twenty-Two[22] / Dancer, Apprentice Healer
-Firelizards:-::Russet::-
-Color:-::Bronze::-
-Appearance:Only being a baby at the moment Russet is not all that big. Though he is small, he is sure something to look at. He is of a light bronze color that just shines the room as soon as he steps into the light. Something that causes Russet trouble though is that his wings are too big for his body, so hopefully he will be able to grow into them.
-Personality:Russet is a rather calm flitt. The only time he becomes truly hyper is right after he eats though Beyral's family is currently trying to work on that little 'issue' as they call it. Russet can be found in many of places from flying around Beyral to sitting on Beyral's shoulder. Russet spends a majority of his time with Beyral; which is usually used to train Russet when Beyral isn't busy with other matters. Russet is not at all shy, and when he has his moments that he is not calm or Beyral can't control him (which happens rather often at the moment), Russet will quickly jump at whatever caught his attention in order to figure out
V.I.D.Name: Imperioth
Color: Bronze
Hex Code: F6B07A
Age: Hatchling
Appearance: Imperioth is built for one thing and one thing only: war. A solid frame, muscles where there should be and not an ounce of fat on him. He won’t be the fastest bronze in a group but he’s got enough stamina to outlast any gold dragon. With his bulk he’s not the type for sneaky attacks or hit and runs but in an all out battle he’s your dragon. He never did grow out of the pink metallic sheen of his bronze hide, it only darkened to a blushier type of pink. Underneath that his hide is your typical bronze color, almost like aged butter.
Personality: Imperioth is a bit of a coward. Oh he talks a big talk but he won’t walk the walk, preferring to run from an engagement rather than go towards it. It’s not that he lacks skills or the want to, it is that he doesn’t have the confidence in himself. This lack of confidence makes him hesitant to fight, and really he just doesn’t like it. Unfailingly polite, no matter who he is speaking too, Imperioth will often apologize for his rider’s brusque manner. Imperioth doesn’t want to be a leader so getting him to take any kind of leadership position will be tough for his rider, and again this is because he lacks confidence. He is going to need a rider who can help him gain confidence without pushing, because if he must this bronze can be very stubborn. He likes the finer things in life, a good wallow, pretty green and a fat herdbeast and will complain when he doesn’t have all three. Once his temper is riled though, this placid bronze turns into a feisty one. He sees no reason to protect a rider who can easily protect himself but if he must he will. And did I mention stubborn? Rocks will get up and fly away before Imperioth will be forced to do something he doesn’t want to do. Of course a little bit of cajoling, promise of a herdbeast, or something similar will get him to move.
History: Two Paragraphs. Explain the Hatching, Impression, maybe an overview of Weyrling training.
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