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| Akarou | | appears 18 in human form/male | | Werewolf | | Akarou was born a wolf on 21st century Earth. Well, he appeared to be a wolf, and all the other wolves in his pack thought he was a wolf. But when he reached adulthood, he went through his First Change, and realised he was a werewolf, one of Luna's chosen. He quickly became alpha of his pack, but before long, other werewolves found him, and took him into their tribe, and taught him what he was - a warrior for mother Earth, blessed by Luna with the power to change his shape and fight her - and his - enemies. After he had learned the basics of shapeshifting, entering the spirit world, talking with spirits, and using his Gifts, Akarou passed his Rite of Initiation and joined a werewolf pack. (He also had to learn some level of English, and something about how humans behaved. It was all a bit strange to someone who had been a wolf until recently.)
There were many and terrible enemies lurking in both the physical and spirit worlds, and he and his pack survived many battles over the course of the next three years. He became an experienced fighter and scout, and had many dealings with spirits, both friendly and hostile. Then, in the middle of fighting a fearful monster in the spirit world, the pack's ritemaster was enacting a powerful ritual, and something went wrong. A hole opened up in the fabric of reality, and Akarou was sucked into it, down into oblivion. The last thing he heard was his pack howling - maybe because the monster they were fighting was winning, maybe because they had lost him forever. Darkness took him. He was flung through time and space, and spat out in an unfamiliar world. Akarou has only just arrived on Pern, but he will soon discover that he has been ripped from all that gave him identity. His pack, his tribe, his Gifts, the spirit world, all lost to him. Even mother Earth and Luna have gone - these two moons are cold strangers to him, and will not hear his howls. Akarou is alone, utterly lost, and grieving. | | In the normal course of things, Akarou is a cheerful, inquisitive, and irreverant being. Born under the new moon, when Luna's face was hidden, he learned to stalk in silence, hunt with stealth, and vanish (not literally) in shadows to sneak up on his enemies, or gather information while remaining undetected. Even as a wolf, he was curious about humans, and about anything else that crossed his path. Back on Earth, he preferred to spend time in his native wolf form, sniffing, running, chasing, and marking his territory. And hunting, whether food for himself, or enemies to be defeated. He always preferred to take enemies by surprise, to outwit and out-maneouvre them. Having grown up a wolf, Akarou still behaves in a very wolf-like manner, even when wearing his human skin. He is often baffled by things humans do, but they in turn are probably baffled by him. He also can't speak English very well, and tends to growl. Akarou is, currently, a very confused werewolf. Defensive, bewildered, angry and grieving; his usual curiosity and humour has been submerged. All he wants is to go back, but a tiny voice in his wolf-heart tells him that will never happen. | | Akarou, like the other werewolves he knew, can assume five different forms, all somewhere between wolf and human.
His wolf form looks like a standard grey wolf, with clear green eyes and shadows of darker grey and black marking his face, back and tail. The near-wolf form looks the same, but twice as big, stronger and meaner.
His war-form is eight feet tall on his hind legs - it is vaguely anthropomorphic, but has the head, tail and fur of a wolf, in the same colouring. He also has sharp claws on all limbs in this form. The war-form is only there for one thing - killing. Akarou never assumes it unless he has to.
The near-man form is likewise bigger, stronger and hairier than the human form (butsmaller than the war-form).
In Akarou's case (and despite being only five years old, as a wolf), his human form is that of an 18-year-old man, at least partly Native American. He has naturally light brown skin, and his long black hair is straight, although often dirty and tangled. His eyes remain clear and green, however. His face is not unnattractive - he has a strong jaw and cheekbones, a straight nose and thin lips. His forehead is high, and, recently, often furrowed in thought or worry. There are several ritual, tribal-looking tattoos visible on his body, on his back, chest and arms.
| | none | | Holdless (no dragon yet thanks) | | Shapeshifting - his spirit-granted Gifts have been left behind on Earth. | |
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| T'rell | | 18/Male | | Werewolf | | Terell grew up in a fair-sized hold that his father owned, along with 5 brothers and sisters, himself being the middle-aged of the bunch. He always used to play fight with his brothers, and one day they were outside, practicing a bit with their daggers, when he was what he says, ‘accidentally�?cut by his older brother, though it was more or less because he had made the older sibling mad. After that incident, he ended up with a scar on his left arm, and never really got over what his brother did. One of the most dynamic things that happened in Terell’s past, occurred when he was out hunting one day, using his very keen tracking and hunting skills to try and catch an animal that had escaped from one of the holds farms. To his dismay, he came across the animal only to find it was dead, and unfortunately the predator that had done the killing was still there. Before Terell knew it, he had been attacked and bitten by a werewolf, and cursed by its bite. When he returned home, injured, the next day, his family immediately shunned him because of what he had turned into, and it was not long after that when Terell decided to leave his home, and head out to use his already developing skills to become a Scout. It was then that adopted his small company of wolves, Sombra and Grau, along the way. | Even though Terell might seem pretty shy when you first meet him, don’t judge him by his first impression. Terell can be quite outgoing when with those who are close to him, but he has learned over the years to control himself, mostly through his scout training. If you do happen to take the time to get to know Terell, you may find that he is actually quite nice, when he wants to be. But, even though this may be even more confusing, you shouldn’t take Terell’s sometimes-relaxed attitude for granted, for if you get on his wrong side, you may regret it! Terell can be even more serious than he can be humorous, but he tries not to go overboard with being bossy. All in all though, Terell really is a great guy, and even if he tries not to show it, you’ll just have to break through to find out what he really is like!
(As a side note, Terell's were-wolf from only shows itself in the case that one of his emotions are extremely high, anger usually being the most common one.) | Though he doesn’t often try to show it, Terell is a fairly good-looking guy. His hair is of a short brown, though not too, too short, which he usually keeps spiked up, in the neatest possible way. His eyes, maybe even the most mesmerizing of his complexion, are a burnished-looking gold, which almost immediately give away the fact that he is a werewolf. Other than that though, his features are the same as any ordinary humans, having fairly tanned skin, though not as dark as most others that spend quite a bit of time outside might be, which almost seems to make his skin glow. Along with his human looks, is the fairly muscular yet lean shape that usually comes with a good hunter or scout, since it is very much needed to get the job done. Being of fairly average height, he is about 6�?�? and the only real ‘flaw�?in Terell’s appearance, is a long white scar that goes along his left arm, which he got in what he calls an ‘accident�?when he was younger.
(Terell's were-wolf from is almost as large as he is when human, and along with his still golden eyes, his skin turns into snow-white fur, making him a very hautning and almost ghost-like figure to look at under the circumstances.) | | Wolves: Silver-fur, Green-eyed (m) Grau, and Black-fur, Yellow/green-eyed (f) Sombra (Siblings)~Dragon: Copper Jenath | | ??? | | None | |
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| Morian | | 21 (Age has no affect on her appearance) ~ Female ~ Anthro/Demoness | | Darkness Demoness / Silver Fox Hybrid | | ((You might reconize her from another Weyr.. She is mine there also and I want to get use to her.)) She was always alone most of her life, learning to survive in the wild more then learning to walk with the 'normal' people as she called them. She was discarded from most places she had been in because of what she was. If she knew the truth, she would know that she was turned like this one fateful day by a magic spell. It was a spell to curse her but it was used by one who could barely use magic and the spell backfired. She never knew her family and the people that did accept her, she walked away from, fearing to be harmed like before.
((History will be updated and two histories will fall into one another.)) | | Morian has quite an odd sort of personality. She is one that can switch moods in a blink of an eye though she is usually friendly. She is quite curious about everything around her and loves to meet new people while at the same time; she doesn’t want to meet anyone. She seems to be torn between two sides of herself. One is friendly, smiling and always willing to help out or try new things while the other side is serious, sarcastic and cold-hearted. She adores large crowds simply because there is usually plenty of stuff happening but she would rather to be alone then in the company with someone. She is one that can want to talk to you in one moment and wish you away the next. Everything is odd for her since she finds it quite hard to try and stay the same. In the inside, she is quite easy going and would love to listen to people’s problems. She also is a kind-hearted girl. Though she is almost a mystery in herself. She doesn’t talk much about herself and she will often look at you with cold eyes even when she is happy. She will only open up to those that get her trust and doing that is quite hard since it means that she had to throw away almost everything she is use to having up for a certain person. She fears that if she opens up to one person, she will get back stabbed and left alone. Though she adores being alone, being truly alone without anyone in her life would kill her. She is also one of the HAD's, which can be quite confusing for her. ((Asked and accepted for this since it will seem to be quite fun with this charrie.)) | | You can’t exactly tell if she looks more Anthro or more demon since she is quite an odd mixof both. Her eyes are a deep purple-blue, almost looking like poison. She is slightly tall and slim though her legs are quite muscular compared to the rest of her body. Draconian wings the color of an ebony night sprouts from her back as odd scar-like markings run across them. They seemed almost torn and ripped from a battle. Many would believe that she had fought many a battle but no, she had been born with her wings like that. They were able to take her quite swiftly across the sky, as any other with wings. Long and deadly claws replace her nails and her toenails. Those are her weapons if needed though she can use a sword if threatened enough. Many more scar-like markings run across her body. One runs right across her eyes, the marking looks like a replica of dragon flame while the rest on her body can either be slash like scars or an odd almost jagged slash. Only the one on her face looks like fire. She has a long dark silver tail of a silver fox. She holds also rings of fur on her body. Her wrists have thin bracelets of fur that run around them and the same with her ankles. Her neck is also holding a choker-like ring of fur. Morian also doesn’t have human ears but fox ears. They are black at the tips and they lighten to a silver-ish gray in the middle and darken to black again at the bottom. Her hair is dark silver in color and it flows gently down to her mid back. She has pale skin, having gained a slight tan from living outside, but nothing to hide her still light skin. She has the complexion of a faerie and little does she know, that she use to be one of them a long time ago, when she was about 12-years-old. Her clothes seem like this: Her shirt looks normal from the front, 'cept that it shows most of her lower stomach. In the back, there is barely any clothing, only a line that crosses her neck and a line of clothing near her mid back so her wings have enough room. ((The lines are about 3 inches wide)) That is all that really holds her shirt to her body. Her pants aren't that bad, being made of hide. They are tight enough though, but flexible, to give her the most movement, being slitted near her knees to allow her that much more movement and a hole to let her tail through. They only go to about mid length down her calves so her claws on her feet don't catch on the fabric. She is bare foot and she doesn't have any sleeves on her shirt. | | Phoenix: Ether (m) Leiros ~ Flits: Ice/Water (F) Aurora | | Full Rider of ClearGold Fasath ~ Wingsecond of the Defense Wing | | She does have Telekinesis, but that power is long dormant within her, and it rarely appears, if it will ever appear. She is also HAD. | |
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| Siramyre Alkora | | 21 (Age has no affect on her appearance) ~ Female | | Siren | ((Too come...)) Morian and Siramyre are twin sisters. ((One may not think that because of a certain spell, but they are.)) Dragon Color:
As she opened her eyes again, there stood the little dragonet, her head was a gentle, almost mysterious, silver representing the mystery of her rider soul. That color started to mingle with the colors of her neck, bronze and gold which meant the magic inside of her, bronze for the curse and gold for her own powers. Then the trio of colors slowly gave way to black, as it represented the revenge deep inside of her rider as more emotions mingled together, but that black only held the beginning of her back and her chest, since soon a crimson red followed that one. The red showed of an unknown love and care, something that could never be fully expressed, which was the reason why it was so dark, and not light in color. The red gave way to a metallic blue in the base of her wings, the color itself representing the way that she could act like the water, being calm one moment, a raging storm the next. But that color was small too as it gave way once more to silver in the beginning of her wings. It was then where the white of her wings showed, pure white, a purity and good will. A kind and soothing soul, one that would have been good, if the past hadn’t intruded. That took up the rest of her back and her wings, though her legs, paws and tail were a mix of silver, metallic blue, gold and bronze, hints of black and red here and there. | She is more quiet and observing then her sister is though like Morian, she does have fast changing personalities, as though she is mimicking another's mood, which she knows she is. She doesn't like to speak much and she isn't one to be daring, hardheaded and ready to run into a battle. It is more or less that she will plan ahead then do whatever plan she had brought to her mind. She isn't trusting of others and definitely not of the opposite sex. She fears that she will only be used and she doesn't want to be hurt mentally and physically by a man. She seems at times that she does not care about others, that only those truly close to her heart will be able to get the attention of a loving friend, but most people are wrong. Where Morian is more closed up, Siramyre is more welcoming to meet someone and she will not hesitate to listen to what ever that person has to say. At times she will allow herself to seem as though she was mute, but that is only because of the race that had been forced upon her. She loves to gain knowledge and learn many things, especially magic. Since she had never taken much liking into the blade, where you had to run up close to the person to be able to strike a hit, she had never found herself attracted to that style of battle, preferring magic. She enjoys the way the spells need all of your focus and how you had to force all of your control upon that spell to be certain that it doesn't backfire. She feels as though all that concentration aids her to keep control when her life falls apart around her. She also has a second self, much like Morian does, this one is more dangerous though, her magic more wild. It is rare that she becomes like this but there are times when she will turn upon anyone and anything, except those that know how to through to her. | | siramyre</A' target=_top>http://groups.msn.com/khallaynesCharacters/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=1 <-- Siramyre's picture.
Siramyre is a Siren, to say the least. She usually stays in human form though and in that form, her hair is light silver with strands of a deep gold. Her skin is snow-white while her eyes are more blue-green then the color of poison. She is usually seen in a long mercury colored robe, or a ebony cloak with leather armor and a long sleeve shirt, made of light and soft material, ideal for movement. Gloves almost always cover her hands since she rarely had to use her magic, often dodging battles as much as she could. Her figure was slim and as tall as her twin is at the moment. No markings touch her skin and nothing seems different about this girl, until you hear her voice, which is soft and almost luring. Her passion had been singing before, but then she stopped after the spell that a man had cast upon her 6 years ago. Now, whenever she sings, many men are usually lured to where she is�?the gift of a siren. When she becomes Siren form, her bird like wings are a golden-brown in color and she doesn’t have a beak like most. Her tail is like that of a pterodactyl, which is something she despises and so, she never changes into that form. She hates her complexion, not liking how Sirens only care about one’s beauty first, forcing themselves to seem lovely even when in human form. She wants to be hideous at times then, perhaps, people would not judge her on her looks and she would be able to be accepted by most people. The only weapon she carries is a small dagger, which is more or less a last defense if her magic is no longer in full strength, though she cannot use any other form of weapons which include blades. | | White Tiger (F) Valisar --- Tsure (m) Rirundain | | Full Rider of Soul Fire Azeneth (silver, bronze, gold, black, crimson, blue, white) ((She is also a mage, but she rarely speaks.)) | | Healing, Illusion/Trickery and Offensive magic. Her voice is by Telepathy, though she is unable to speak to any other dragon except if she gets her own. Her self-healing system is weaker then normal. She heals slower then others when hit with physical wounds. | |
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| Yushary | | 12 ~ Female | | Earth Sprite | | ((Too come when I feel inspired to write it...)) | Yushary is the essence of sweet. She is always calm and polite. She is always kind and tries to offer her help to people as often as she can. A gentle child she always was, with a pure heart of gold innocent and caring. Her manners are quite acute, and she knows how to serve people without offending them, and how to always respect her elders. She’ll never stare an adult in the eye and she keeps a modest and shy air about her all the time. A perfect little angel... Yeah right! This is only the image that she puts on around adults, and of course, this is only to get her own way with them. In truth, she is conniving and sly, often trying to learn the weaknesses in others to be able to use this to her own advantage. She only leaned this aspect from her mother, but she knows no other way of living. She tries to make it so no matter how much trouble she places herself in, no one would dare to ever suspect her, poor innocent little Yusha.
In truth, around females her own age, Yushary is almost actually quite different. She has an adventurous spirit and she seems to fear nothing, going through much trouble just to be able to do anything that she so desires. She is a tomboy, through and through, yet she still does have her own heart of gold. She is still kind and caring, oh too true, but she is almost like a leader, speaking with such confidence in her words, that she could easily make a lie seem like the truth. She doesn’t enjoy showing weakness, and for this matter, she often tries to be tough around females. She tries to make herself sound assertive. As though she knows what she is doing, but in truth, often she is merely taking a large chance, and whether it works well or not is a most different matter. This doesn’t stop her from being modest though�?For around a female, she would never dare try and raise herself higher than she truly is�?If only this would be the same for a male.
Around men she is most conniving. Her mother taught her that they were all lying fools and so she treats them as such, learning how to play with their emotions and teaching herself how to read them like a book until they will do anything that she wishes of them. She acts like the innocent and sweet little helpless female that doesn’t like to get hurt and that fears any sort of insect of tunnel snake around her. In truth, with females, she would go tunnel snake hunting and try to make a pet! But, she still has that adventurous air about her, but the only difference here is she will do anything to get a male in any amount of trouble, and make it look like an accident. Where on most days, this girl could throw a hefty punch, when around the guys, she acts as though she has no strength, as though she is the maiden in distress, needing a protector by her side at all times.
At times she can become a bit too cocky, and her temper is something that doesn’t want to be surfaced, for who would want to face the wrath of an angry female? She is shy quite easily, which aids her in the hopeless maiden act, but she doesn’t like feeling weakened. She doesn’t like anyone talking about her behind her back, and she is easy to force into doing something when people insult her and sucker her into tight situations by calling her weak or a wuss, which tends to be one of her major downfalls. Not to mention that her self-confidence, in truth, isn’t always there, and her when her wile doesn’t work, she gets disappointed easily. Though she may appear as mommy’s little girly and a spoiled little brat, she does have a kind surface underneath it all, it is merely pushing her through what her mother had taught her to be able to see the girl within that is the problem. | | This young female has lush emerald hair that falls down to her thighs. It seems to fall in waves, and it has a life of its own. If it were to be cut short, it would stick out in any which end it desired, but it does had some spark to this girl’s sweet appearance around adults. Her hair in truth is mainly a wall for her to hide behind when she feels shy, or when she lacks the self-confidence that she may need. It hides everything that she doesn’t want people to be able to see about her, which is quite a lot. But at least it allows her to aid herself in look pretty and innocent every once in a while, if it wasn’t for that fact, she would have cut it a long time ago and left it to live its own life on her head. But, she decided against that for the sake of her mother.
One of the girls best features are her eyes. They are a blue-gray in color and they seem to have a soft tone about them, but it is with her eyes were many of her most sly thoughts are held, for her eyes are like a mirror, and they reflect only what the other person desires to see. In the sunlight they can seem to be a piercing blue, and, yet, in the shadows the gray shines brighter and brighter in her gaze, allowing her eyes to come to life. Though they are more often than not a mirror, it is easy to tell when strong emotions take over her, for her eyes seem to become more blue than usual. And this often leads to many of her downfalls.
She is graced with an almost fragile look, for she is quite petite. Yet, she walks with an air that seems to give her more power and strength in her form, but her grace isn’t always to be counted on, for at times she can be quite clumsy. But at least she tries to keep a certain grace about her, though she is nimble upon her feet, on most days. Her skin is a deep bronze in color, for this child is a sun fanatic. She is quite outdoorsy, but after all, she is an earth sprite.
She is often seen wearing clothes suited for a peasant, but on the odd days, when she knows that she is going to be out near anyone that she should try to impress, she can be seen wearing dresses and faintly delicate feminine clothing, but in her mind, delicate clothing won’t last as long as a good peasant shirt might last her on the road. But she knows what she should wear, and, so, if you see her in a skirt, it could be easy to guess that she is either taking a bet, or she is trying to act as though she was never a tomboy. Watch her fail miserably. | | - - - - - | | Unknown | | Unknown | |
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| Aubrey (Nickname Pix) | | Unknown/Female | | Halfling | | Not much is know about Aubrey thanks to her amnesia. But what she does now, she knows from Eva and the other Healers at Soul Fire Weyr. According to Eva and the other Healers she was found abandoned as a small child on the healers doorstep feverish, very ill and on death's door. Being healers they could do nothing else but take her in and do their best to see that she healed. But Aubrey surprised everybody as her strong will ensured that she survived her illness, when it would have killed any other child of her age. But her recovery did bring with it two downsides, one is the loss of memory. She could not remember anything: not where she came from, who she was or how she came to be with the Healers in the Weyr. She couldn't even remember her own name. To this day she still hasn't been able to remember her past before her illness and has no since lost the desire to remember. The other side effect was that her hair, raven black when she arrived, prematurely aged and since her illness has been pure white hair. When nobody came to claim Aubrey Eva, a Journeywoman Healer who had been the principal healer looking after Aubrey, Eva decided to foster the young halfling. During the time she'd spent with the little girl she'd become fond of her, so Aubrey gained a new family. At the start Aubrey was shy and withdrawn, but Eva, her husband Davin, and their two daughters did their best to include her in their family and make sure she felt welcome. Slowly Aubrey gained more confidence in them and came to be apart of their family. At this early age Aubrey discovered she has something unusual. Eva called it the Healer's Gift, to Aubrey it was just strange. She found that if somebody was ill or injured in some way she just had to touch the person and she could tell and see where they were hurting, why and how to fix it. She then discovered if she concentrated really hard on the illness or injured area and a soft golden light would appear around her. She could then use that golden light to heal the person. Even without her natural healing ability, Aubrey's steady, caring personality and the time she spent around healers would have meant she'd become a healer. And that's what Aubrey did, as soon as she was old enough, she apprenticed as a Healer and began to train professionally. Aubrey found her niche in life as an apprentice healer for she excelled in all her classes and her skill, both practical and natural healing skills, grew quickly. IT wasn't long before she was toted as the next best healer in all of Pern. Now a Junior Journeywoman Healer Aubrey is happy with her life and her craft, she enjoys being able to help people and help the healers who saved her life. But she also has the dubious honour of being picked as a Candidate. At the start she was very unhappy with this and even rejected it, for although she loved the idea of having her own dragon companion, not just her faithful canine Star (named because of the black star shaped design on his throat and chest in the pure black of the rest of him), but she refused to give up being a healer. But Eva convinced her to accept the honour of being a Candidate for she told her foster daughter that dragonriders still needed healers, their dragons would too, so she is now happy with the fact that she could be both a healer (to dragons and people) and possibly have a dragon of her own. | | Aubrey has the perfect personality for a healer. She is steady, patient and usually always calm, she is usually the kind of person that people feel totally relaxed and comfortable around. Her attitude is very no-nonsence and she takes no flack from anybody but she is basically a gentle person. But she can be stubbourn and fiery tempered if there is a need for both these traits to come out. Bullies and pushy or rude people tend to bring these two traits out. She is also very strong willed and strong minded. Also if she isn't around people she knows or acting as a healer, strangers in strange situations or in social settings bring out her shyness and caution. She finds men in particular very intimidating and untrustworthy, she has no idea why this is the case, perhaps it is a part of something coming from her dormant memory, but its there. She also likes to run. It is something she does to keep fit and to get rid of stress. Her nickname is often Pix of Pixie for her looks resemble her elven heritige more than than her human. | | As already mentioned Aubrey used to have raven black hair but is now pure white and dead straight since her recovery. She usually wears itshort, usually just brushing her shoulders and tends to wear it tied up. She is a little taller then average, standing at 5'10 and is slender, not many feminine curves to speak of as she has small breasts, not much in the hip or rear department. But she has barely enough curves in those departments to stop her looking like a boy, you'd never mistake her for a boy for example. Her limbs are long, her legs are possibly one of her better features, being long and graceful, with a bit of muscle tone from her running. Her arms are also long and graceful, toned, balancing her long legs. Her face is heart shaped and pretty rather then beautuful. She has high, clean cheek bones and a small, elfin nose, full lips and clear creamy skin. Her ears are a little pointed and her teeth are a little sharper then usual too. Her eyes are striking being large and almond shaped, the pupil is a clear vibrant icy blue (think of a husky's eyes) with flecks of gold in them. The gold specs tend to stand out vividly especailly when she's very angry, very upset, very excited or she's using her Gift. She tends to prefer wearing trousers, tending to dress as more of a tom boy. | | Star | | Journeywoman Healer/Candidate | | Healing Gift. | |
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| Loki | | Unknown | | Hybrid - Half Fae, half tree sprite/ Changeling | | Loki's history is a bit of a mystery. Nobody knows, Loki included, as to where he was born or when only that he was part of an exchange programme with a normal human child and himself. In a place called Ireland on Earth there's a custom where the local Fae, or Fair Folk, swap a mortal child with one of their Fae children. The mortal child is usually taken to the Fae world and raised there before it is either sent back or kept. THe Fae child that is put in its place is usually ageless in terms of its own culture and is again left in the mortal world in place of the human child either to stay or be brought back. Loki was the Fae child that was left behind, the Changeling. Unlike most cases where this happens Maureen the kindly and lonely young widow whose child he replaced decided to keep him and raise him as her own. Although he appeared to be a 2 year old child he was aware that he was half Fae and half tree sprite. His appearance alone wrote him off for being able to pass as a human child, then there was his Fae magic, absolute love of sweets, his weird habit of talking and singing to trees or things people couldn't see. His Fae glamour enabled him to alter his appearance but it is not a perminant gift. His colouring could just be altered so it could appear different. Because he is only half Fae - he doesn't have the power to appear as different creatures, only subtly alter his own apperance to seem more normal or subtly enhance his looks. But a mage or person with strong enough true sight could see straight through it for what it was. He also possessed Fae Magics - the ability to pass silently, to move rapidly and to appear invisible (not literally, just that people's eyes are made to look past him). Because he is only half-Fae he didn't inherit the ability to coere, curse or use seduction. His connection to trees also means that he can nudge along the growth of plants and trees and heal sick or dying plants if they aren't too ill. He cannot revive a dead plant or create a rose from scratch, but a tree that is already growing he can nudge along so it grows healthy and a little faster then usual. Loki's childhood was pretty uneventful despiste the fact he could already speak in five langauges, - ancient Fae, Irish and Scottish Gaelic and English, appeared to have the experience, knowledge and understanding of a 200 year old rather then a 2 year old and was always healthy. He never once got sick and he'd often have the odd moment of foretelling something that was coming up. All of this he arrived with but he hid alot of his strangeness and knowledge instictively, only revealing it to Maureen. But during the swap Loki's memory had been wiped so that he forgot who his real parents were, where he came from and what his heritage was despite the fact he could see and talk to both tree sprites and Fae. Always a curious child Loki never stopped trying to find out his heritage and where he came from. Despite Maureen's best efforts he always felt isolated and very much a freak. To try and get her adopted son away from his these thoughts Maureen got her youngest brother to start teaching Loki archery and horsemanship. These were both things he took to like a duck to water. Within a few short years Loki mastered both the skills to make bows and arrows and the skills to shoot accuratly. After his 17th year of living with Maureen Loki could hit a target dead centre from any angle and he could reload and re-shoot an arrow in seconds. He could even shoot and re-shoot an arrow on horse back, standing still or at a flat out run. One day however Loki's archery would get him in trouble. A year after that he was riding along through the neighbouring forest that bordered the village Loki and Maureen lived on a hunting expedition. Maureen had sent him out to get some fresh venison or fresh pheasent and riding along he saw what he thought was a prime doe grazing at the edge of a small stream. Taking aim he got down off his horse and crept over to a bush downwind from the deer he let loose an arrow, it struck accuratly and killed immediatly. Satisfied with his kill Loki walked over to the doe only to find an enraged forest God storming over to him demanding to know he'd just shot one of his sacred animals. The fact that the doe was for food only enraged the God all the more and he was punished. Where usually the punishment would have been torture, a nasty curse and probably death the God took pity on Loki only due to his tree sprite half. THis was the first time Loki had even heard of this side of his heritage and he was esctatic. The God also told him the other half of his heritage. But the God still had to punish him so he was just given a curse that hurtled him into a dark void. When he came out of the void he found himself on a strange new place called Pern. | | Loki is in many ways filled of traits that come from both sides of his personality. He is cheeky, mischevious and has a lively sense of humour. He is also very flirty and very friendly, coming a cross as fearless and bold. He is confident and courageous and never seems to take anything seriously. He is also in many ways a very daydreamy sort of person and very romantic. He is very warm hearted and always full of away to much energy. He is the type that by accident always manages to get himself into trouble. He is also easily hurt, gets offended easily and is slow to forgive. He also has a love of nature and of growing things. Especailly trees and plants - you can often find him singing to, talking ot, or just sitting in or under a tree staring into space with a dreamy expresssion on his face. He has a very quick mind and comes out with the most bizaare intuitive things. Sometimes he will also come out with a comment a typical 18 year old would come out with and then he'll shock with one a 300 year old would say. He is also amazingly patient and even comes across as lazy for he never does anything quickly or hastily - he only ever does something when he feels like it and at his own pace. He is also a very proud person and is very skilled with magic and with a bow and arrow. He can also make plants grow and do Fae glamour. He can even make himself see invisibile. | | Loki isn't the tallest person standing at 5'4 and only weighing about 83 kgs - so he's not a heavy weight or very intimidating. In fact hisbody is lean, strong but with lean muscles. His skin without glamour is a perfect milky pearlescent shade that has hints of green and copper, it seems to have it's own glow. When he's wearing his glamour - which is most of the time - his skin is a warm light golden shade. His face without glamour is very delicate, almost beautiful with his high, smoothly chiseled cheekbones, small, slender nose, full, red lips and trainagular jaw. His eyes are large and because of his high cheekbones are slanted up at the corners and have pupils like a cats. The iris is multi-coloured and shifts between the colours of autumn - greens, reds, oranges, golds. His ears are delicatly pointed and his hair is like soft, gleaming silk where it reaches the middle of his back. It is also a blend of the same autumn colours as his eyes only it doesn't change colour but goes from the darker colours at the top to the lighter ones at the bottom. Aided by his glamour his face is harder with a leaner jaw and narrow chin. His lips are thinner but he leaves them their reddish shade and his nose is larger, his cheekbones less perfectly chiseled to give him a more masculine look. His eyes are merely hazel a mixture of gold, green and warm browns with reddish tints. The pupil is also normal but the eye is still large and slightly tilted up, but not the extent they are without glamour. They also stay that colour and aren't multi-coloured. His hair is also one colour, but still nearly reaches his waist but is of slightly rougher texture and of a red-gold shade. | | None - unless you count Trees. | | Candidate? Holdless? | | Fae Glamour, Fae Magic (both are fairly limited cos he's only half Fae), a tiny touch of plant healing and growth. None of these are bit magics for he's only a halfling. | |
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| Namir Lyon | | Age: 19. Gender: Male | | Myverick (Clan of Shapeshifters) | | Namir was born the second son into the aristocratic family of Lyon a clan of Myverick's or shapeshifting psychics. He was born on theplanet Earth or but in an alternative reality (they called it Erynth). It is a world that never really got past the Middle Ages, where medieval warfare still exists, where Master rules over Peasent, where the aristocracy still rules in an oligarchy. The only difference to Earth's history is that their Middle Ages evolved into other ages, whereas on Erynth the ruling nobility that controlled their world to its Medieval roots. Each continent is ruled by one of the7 Myverick races of shapeshifting psychics - the most powerful race on Erynth. Namir's Race the Lyon's or Master's of Cats as the name translates in their langauge ruling and inhabiting Ika (Africa). The Fykan Race or Master's of Raptors ruled and inhabited Trikeea (North America), the Bkrane Race or Master of Bears in Yureop (Europe), the Cynline Race or Master of Wolves in Syressia (Russia), the Shyrin Race or Master of Sharks in Traslin (Australia), the Serapin Race or Master of Snakes in Myinkea (South America) and the Bwarr Race of Boars in Essip (Asia). As part of his aristocratic family and part of the direct royal line Namir was born with the power to shapeshift to any feline species, he can also heal his own minor injuries, and has speech telepathy with felines. He was also educated in reading, writing, the 7 languages of Erynth and of diplomacy. He was also taught the way of the sword and the warrior and how to harness his power. At a very early age he found himself to be unusually powerful even for a member of his Race and from the Royal line. Not all the 7 Myverian races were in peaceful accord. Some like the Serapin;s of Myinkea and the Fykan''s of Trikeea had been fighting it out for centuries and the Shyrin's had been locked in cival war for a good decade or two. The Lyon's were lucky in that they only had a few minor skirmishes with their closest neighbour. At the age of 14 he gained his first constant companion a black leopard cub left on his own when his mother was killed by poachers for her skin. Seeing the orphaned animal starving and shivvering with cold while out on a scouting mission he decided to take the cub home with him. What was meant to be a thing that only lasted till the cub was one enough to fend for itelf became perminant when the cub he called Manuba decided to adopt him. His second companion a caracal another cat native to his home country whom he named Gyff became his other constant companion when Namir rescued it from being eaten by a lion. Namir was particuarly closest to his little sister - despite her being 9 years his junior he still was over protective of her and was close to her. Vyari was equally adoring of her older brother and followed him everywhere she could. Tragedy struck his family when at 18 he was going to meet his betrothed. Her name was Alatea a member of the Cynline Race and their marriage was meant to secure an alliance not only between their two aristocratic families but for their races as well. But while on route his entire family was ambused and murdered by members of the Bkrane Race who sought an alliance with the Cynline Princess themselves. Somehow although he was badly beaten Namir and Vyari survived because their parents managed in their desperation, rage and fear for their last surviving children managed to do the impossible. With their combined power and wills they managed to open a Gate in time and send their two children through it. The two siblings found themselves on a strange planet they were told was called Pern. Bewildered and shocked by the sights, sounds, smell and odd creatures that habitied the strange planet and still grieving from what happened to them the pair stumbled into a strange place that had creatures they'd never seen before. They were told the creatures were dragons and having no choice, no way to get home, or no idea how they'd been sent to where they were the pair settled in to their new lives as best they could. | | Namir is a bit of a mix in terms of personality. Anybody looking at him or knowing him would think im part cat even if they didnt know what he was. He has a certain quiet awareness about him as if he;s aware of everything going on aroud him. He is insatibly curious, intelligent and clever managing to work his way around and through the most complicated and unusual problem. He loves puzzles and games that challenge him mentally - anything to exercise his mind and give him new information. He likes to know everything and anything and some might get the uncanny feeling that he can read everything about them in a single glance. Well it does help he is adept at reading body langauge, facial expression and he can lip read. He can smell chemical changes in scents and hear catches, cadences and hestitations in voices. It is very hard to lie to Namir or hide something from him. Near impossible actually. That combined with his ability to sense emotions, talk to felines and his ancestor's spirits its even harder. Namir can also appear to be relaxed, lazy, patient and almost bored one moment and restless, impatient and full of energy. One moment he can be raging and out of control, the next calm and controlled. His mercurial change of personality can be a little disconverting at first but some get used to it or tolerate it. He is either quiet and content to listen or he is talkative and opinionative. Sometimes he is rude, obnoxious and really arrogant other times he is polite, humble and charming. He can be bitchy, sullen and antisocial or he can be friendly, cheerful and hilariously funny. IN short he's a complicated fellow who's either fascinating or just a weird jerk. | | Namir is an imposing sort of guy standing in his bare freet he would reach 6 foot 3 and 210 lbs. He has broad shoulders, a wide chestthat gives way to a narrow waist, a flat stomach and lean hips. His limbs are musclar, especially his legs which gives away that most of his power is in his legs. His entire frame is toned muscle, there isn't an ounce of fat anywhere on him. He skin is black, so black that it is almost blue-black and his hair reaches his hips in a series of multi-coloured, multi-beaded braids. His face is set off by a pair of large, penetrating eyes that are a stunning shade of yellow. Cat-eyes. Amazingly long eyelashes frame them and thick, straight eyebrows just make his large eyes stand out more. His face is interesting with a high forehead, high cheekbones, a strong jaw and chin that almost ends in a point. His nose is hawk-like and has a bump in it from being broken one. His lips are a little too full but fit his face and he has two dimples in his cheeks when he smiles. HIs teeth are straight and startlingly white and like his bright yellow eyes stand out in his face. He has several silver earrings in his right ear and several ornate, spiral designed tattoos in silver ink on his chest, back and upper arms. The ornate, spiral glyphs designs are all detail the history of his family. He also wears a gold ring on his middle finger that has a large amber stone inbedded in it with the glyph of his family etched into it. Namir goes everywhere barefoot and always has a sword belted at his side. If he has to wear shoes he wears a pair of black, leather boots up to his knees. Since he has arrived on Pern he has chosen to wear only black as a way of honouring his dead family. He also has two smaller daggers with his family glyph etched into the hilts on his person somewhere at all times. | | Manuba, black leopard, Gyff - Caracal. | | Candidate | | Shapeshifting, little bit of healing - only his own minor sounds and telepathy with cats. | |
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| Soren | | 21 | | Human | | Soren was the second oldest out of 5, the first of 2 boys, and was born into a family that had was heavily tied to the runner profession. His father: Orenus, is a Journeyman Beastcrafter whose speciality lay in breeding good quality runner beasts. Both the profession and his speciality had been in his father's family for as long as anybody could remember. His mother: Silena worked in the runner's profession and so had her family for as far back as anybody could remember. From a very young age Soren was the kind of child that never walked anywhere, but moved fast and usually at sprinting speed. Pleased with the early signs her son was showing Silena encouraged Soren in his passion with running. Along with his speed, Soren inherited great stamina and Silena encouraged him in this area too. It wasn't long before Soren was taking part in all the local races - both cross country and sprints and won quite a number of both types of competiton. Although he tended to do better at cross country events, he still did well enough to come in at the top 4 in sprinting competitions. However Orenus wasn't to be out done where his second son was concerned, Orenus passed on his love for runner beasts to his son. From a very early age Orenus would take his son up on his runner with him during his daily treks to check on his herds. Soren's father made sure that almost as soon as his son could walk that he was put on a horse and taught how to ride. While Soren didn't inherit Orenus's passion for working with the large animals, he never the less loved and enjoyed the time he spent alone with his father. Even when Soren had learned to ride his own runner beast, he still accompanied his father on his daily treks to check on the herds. Soren's really passon was his mother's: almost from the day he discovered he could run and what freedom running gave him he wanted to follow his mother's profession. So he trained hard: working to build up his stamina, his endurance, his speed and his general fitness so that when he turned 12 he could try out for entry into the Runner's Hall. Eventually Soren's hard work, ambition and drive got him what he wanted: acceptance into his mother's craft. Soren flourished learning and take part in a craft that included doing something he loved: running, riding and seeing new places. At 18 turns Soren graduated to find himself a Runner, a member of his mother's craft and immediatly he enjoyed carrying messages around and taking part in the experiences that went along with it. He was given a flit egg as a graduation present from his proud parents: the egg hatched to reveal a beautiful light flit he named Ceri. At 19 a tragedy occured when his mother Silena was out delivering a message from a small colt hold when the runner she was riding spooked at a strange noise and bolted. Silena was thrown off and broke her leg badly. Although she healed and got to keep the leg, the break was so bad that it didn't heal perfectly and the resulting limp meant her career ended. A devestating blow to both Silena, Soren and his older sister Lena, the other runner in the family. A turn later the whole family was brought low by a bad spotted fever. While Soren, Lena, Orenus and Ren (his younger brother), survived, the young twins Sia and Olena died frim the illness. Although these blows were hard for Soren and his family to accept they pulled together and got on with life. Even today they still grieve for their lost ones but they also haven't quit life. A brighter spark came into Soren's life from a recent occurance. Both himself and his younger brother Ren were picked as Candidates for the re-opening new weyr. Hoping to start a new life both Soren and Ren decided to accept the honour and are going to try their luck at Impressing a dragon. ALthough Soren is already missing his runner days, he hopes that if he Impresses a dragon it'll open whole new doors to explore. | | Soren is a practical, no-nonsense fellow most of the time. Friendly, talkative and open about everything he's not so bad to be around. Honest and fairly dry witted, his friends like him because he doesn't try to be anybody but himself and doesn't expect anybody to be anybody but themselves. The girls like him for his boyish charm and frank honesty - there's no game playing with Soren. He's also a pretty blunt, straight forward sort of guy:his motto: what you see, is what you get. There's be no hedging or hesistant behaviour with Soren: while he'll listen to a problem and do his best to not judge, he'll still give his point of view regardless without holding back on his opinion. The other problem with Soren is his temper. While he's a pretty good-natured sort of guy, he does have a pretty fiery temper. It's usually roused when he's been pushed too far, one of his friends or family members has been insulted or the underdog is involved. Soren for all his faults is fiercly supportive, loyal and protective of his friends, family, animals and anybody he sees as needing it. He cannot stand bullies or injustive of any kind. While Soren can get impatient with people that don't want to help themselves, he'll do his best for anybody that asks for his help. Soren also has a great interest in seeing new places, new people and loves to run, experiencing the freedom that comes from doing such things. These aspects of his personality played a big role in deciding what he'd do with his life and made him enjoy it. One more thing that can be taken as either good or bad is Soren's drive, his ambition. He seeks to get as high as he can, as far as he can and he enjoys speed. While he's not reckless or careless, he is dedicated passionatly into getting what he wants out of life. | | Soran stands at an even 6'0 in his bare feet and is on the lean, muscular side. His body is built along the lines of a runner, partly via the family genes and partly through his own efforts.. His face isn't pretty but neither would it cause him to fade into the background, great for his profession. He has nicely shaped, even features, a boyishly charming grin and a dimple in his right cheek. His eyes are a warm brown that tend to show his soul: either you'll see nothing of what he's thinking or feeling, or you see it all. His hair is a dark brown, so dark it's almost black and it tends to be a little wavy and worn a little long, usually brushing his collar when it's loose. His skin tone is nicely olive and thanks to his largely outdoor lifestyle he's nicely tanned in that way olive skinned people have. He also has his right ear pierced - usually he wears a small diamond or sapphire stud in it (he thinks it makes him look rakish). His clothing is always practically and fits comfortably. He never goes anywhere without at least one dagger in his boot. He also makes sure he goes for a run or a ride every day, he fees his day is incomplete without the freedom and exercise it brings him. He tends to get very testy and restless if he's shut up inside all day. | | Light Flit: Ceri | | Candidate | | None - unless you count he's a very fast runner? | |
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