Title: Taric
Description: candidate; weyrbrat
Description: candidate; weyrbrat
May - May 23, 2006 03:49 PM (GMT)
Name: T'ric
Age: 15
Gender: male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Occupation: Weyrling, rider of Bronze Sorith
Appearance: 5’ 8” 155lbs tall and lanky all elbows, thumbs, and big feet. He has wavy shoulder length brown hair that lightens in the sun, hazel eyes of blue, green, or brown. He complexion is a light tan that darkens in the sun. Everyone swears he is the spitting image of his mother the Weyr’s headwoman. But his mother and those who knew his father tell him that he is the image of his dear departed dad. He hasn’t gone through his last growth spurt so chances are that he’ll be tall like his father.
Personality: Happy and mischievous, Taric grew up in the Weyr, working as a runner for his mother the Headwoman. He knows everyone at the Weyr and they all know him - newcomers excluded. As a kid and a runner, he also knows all the ins and outs of the Weyr, hidden passages and shortcuts for getting around and uses all of them too.
History: Taric grew up in the Weyr, he was always a happy kid, but was heart broken when his dad and Noth went between for good. Everyone in the Weyr seemed to be watching out for him since then and his mother even spent more time with him even to the point of bringing him back from foster care to live with her.
He works hard as his mother’s errand boy, so he got to know everyone in the Weyr from an early age. Taric is always being scolded or admonished for something he did or didn’t do, but generally people are lenient with him. That’s too bad because even though he is a good kid at heart he is generally up to no good.
However he knows not to pull his stunts around his mother or any ranking Weyr folk, and he doesn’t do anything dangerous, and he’s always cautious since he now knows the circumstances of his father’s death.
Taric hopes to someday be a dragonrider like his father – it’s in his blood – and his upbringing.
Pet: Blue flit Valin: The hatchling was a blue with a vibrant cadet blue hide. The blue stretched his delicate looking wings, revealing that the membrane under them was about two shades lighter, and he's fairly energetic.
History: The hatchling was a blue with a vibrant cadet blue hide. He sat up, ignoring the top of the egg that still rested upon his head, Realizing that these strange two legged creatures meant food, he looked about before noticing Taric approaching. The blue stretched his delicate looking wings, revealing that the membrane under them was about two shades lighter, using them in combination with his hind legs to push himself into a quadrupedal position, before folding them again. He was on the small side but held himself proudly. He was fairly energetic considering the ordeal that was hatching as he moved towards Taric with a series of hop-steps.
Taric laughed at the antics of the small blue, he looked almost like a harper the way he was strutting about. “Kneeling close Taric gave the little flit a piece of meat roll laughing as the greedy little guy gobbled it down, “You’d better be careful Valin or you’ll choke. He scooped up his little firelizard and headed off to one of his secret getaways to take care of his little flit alone. “You and I are going to be wonderful friends Valin.” Looking around so he wouldn’t be seen he quickly turned a corner and ducked into the Weyr through an unused entrance and down a small tunnel into a secret little room. He lit a glow and settled down on an old cot that was meant for the trash, “This is a nice place here, no one will find us and we can relax in peace. Laying down on the cot Taric and Valin were soon asleep.
Name Preference: Sorith
Color Preference: bronze
Personality Preference: Leadership material but not stern or mean.
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Age: 15
Gender: male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Occupation: Weyrling, rider of Bronze Sorith
Appearance: 5’ 8” 155lbs tall and lanky all elbows, thumbs, and big feet. He has wavy shoulder length brown hair that lightens in the sun, hazel eyes of blue, green, or brown. He complexion is a light tan that darkens in the sun. Everyone swears he is the spitting image of his mother the Weyr’s headwoman. But his mother and those who knew his father tell him that he is the image of his dear departed dad. He hasn’t gone through his last growth spurt so chances are that he’ll be tall like his father.
Personality: Happy and mischievous, Taric grew up in the Weyr, working as a runner for his mother the Headwoman. He knows everyone at the Weyr and they all know him - newcomers excluded. As a kid and a runner, he also knows all the ins and outs of the Weyr, hidden passages and shortcuts for getting around and uses all of them too.
History: Taric grew up in the Weyr, he was always a happy kid, but was heart broken when his dad and Noth went between for good. Everyone in the Weyr seemed to be watching out for him since then and his mother even spent more time with him even to the point of bringing him back from foster care to live with her.
He works hard as his mother’s errand boy, so he got to know everyone in the Weyr from an early age. Taric is always being scolded or admonished for something he did or didn’t do, but generally people are lenient with him. That’s too bad because even though he is a good kid at heart he is generally up to no good.
However he knows not to pull his stunts around his mother or any ranking Weyr folk, and he doesn’t do anything dangerous, and he’s always cautious since he now knows the circumstances of his father’s death.
Taric hopes to someday be a dragonrider like his father – it’s in his blood – and his upbringing.
Pet: Blue flit Valin: The hatchling was a blue with a vibrant cadet blue hide. The blue stretched his delicate looking wings, revealing that the membrane under them was about two shades lighter, and he's fairly energetic.
History: The hatchling was a blue with a vibrant cadet blue hide. He sat up, ignoring the top of the egg that still rested upon his head, Realizing that these strange two legged creatures meant food, he looked about before noticing Taric approaching. The blue stretched his delicate looking wings, revealing that the membrane under them was about two shades lighter, using them in combination with his hind legs to push himself into a quadrupedal position, before folding them again. He was on the small side but held himself proudly. He was fairly energetic considering the ordeal that was hatching as he moved towards Taric with a series of hop-steps.
Taric laughed at the antics of the small blue, he looked almost like a harper the way he was strutting about. “Kneeling close Taric gave the little flit a piece of meat roll laughing as the greedy little guy gobbled it down, “You’d better be careful Valin or you’ll choke. He scooped up his little firelizard and headed off to one of his secret getaways to take care of his little flit alone. “You and I are going to be wonderful friends Valin.” Looking around so he wouldn’t be seen he quickly turned a corner and ducked into the Weyr through an unused entrance and down a small tunnel into a secret little room. He lit a glow and settled down on an old cot that was meant for the trash, “This is a nice place here, no one will find us and we can relax in peace. Laying down on the cot Taric and Valin were soon asleep.
Name Preference: Sorith
Color Preference: bronze
Personality Preference: Leadership material but not stern or mean.
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