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Post by irishdragonlord on Oct 22, 2003 17:47:49 GMT -5
I imagine Ieva will be here soon...
Name: Brandon
Age: 13
History: Born in Benden, close to the sea in a small hold. Moved to Weyr at age of 10.
Appearance: Average height, a little overweight, large curly head of hair, brown eyes.
Personality: Can be a good friend, acts either shy or like a sore thumb, depending on his mood. He'll never let you live it down if you're his enemy. Kind, mood swingish, vengeful, cant keep his mouth shut, a bit oblivious.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Oct 22, 2003 18:06:24 GMT -5
Brandon stood as fearful as humanly possible on the Hatching Grounds.
Here he was at Benden Weyr, waiting for the third time to Impress.
He couldnt believe the current status at the Weyr; the egg was so strange it was all anyone talked about.
It was enormous, bigger than even the queen egg, and all platinum.
Borlk, the oldest, meanest candidate had sword he'd get the dragon within, but that hadnt kept Brandon from giving the egg a nervous pet earlier.
He would be ecstatic with even a blue; he was actually afraid to get the large dragon, fearing he might not be able to handle it.
And then it happened.
The dragons stopped humming and the eggs started cracking.
Firstly, a blue, green, and two browns had popped out, the green creeling wildly until it stumbled into a girl, Impressed.
A bronze hatched, and Brandon held his breath; but it went to a boy 3 candidates down.
Eventually, the largest egg was all that was left.
Brandon and 15 others were left, and the large egg was only barely rocking.
Then, by a freak chance, it toppled over and cracked.
The audience suddenly stopped breathing, as everyone else in the Weyr.
And out it came.
A platinum-silver head stuck through, bigger than even a bronzes.
The wings came, and then the legs, and tail, and the little dragon just... sat their.
It gave a mee creel, and looked around, searching for a good choice.
The dragon started 5 down from Brandon, peering at a candidate and knocking him over, looking for another.
He went around quietly, giving only faint creels, pushing at some and moving on, dissatisfied.
Then the little dragon went to the candidate behind Brandon, snorted, and tried to turn but tripped over himself.
Fighting to resist, Brandon whirled around and untangled to poor dragon.
He tried, he really did, but Brandon was sucked in by the dragon's gave.
I'm Kilianth, and I want some food.
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Post by Speck on Oct 22, 2003 18:10:00 GMT -5
Brandon stood as fearful as humanly possible on the Hatching Grounds. Here he was at Benden Weyr, waiting for the third time to Impress. He couldnt believe the current status at the Weyr; the egg was so strange it was all anyone talked about. It was enormous, bigger than even the queen egg, and all platinum. Borlk, the oldest, meanest candidate had sword he'd get the dragon within, but that hadnt kept Brandon from giving the egg a nervous pet earlier. He would be ecstatic with even a blue; he was actually afraid to get the large dragon, fearing he might not be able to handle it. And then it happened. The dragons stopped humming and the eggs started cracking. Firstly, a blue, green, and two browns had popped out, the green creeling wildly until it stumbled into a girl, Impressed. A bronze hatched, and Brandon held his breath; but it went to a boy 3 candidates down. Eventually, the largest egg was all that was left. Brandon and 15 others were left, and the large egg was only barely rocking. Then, by a freak chance, it toppled over and cracked. The audience suddenly stopped breathing, as everyone else in the Weyr. And out it came. A platinum-silver head stuck through, bigger than even a bronzes. The wings came, and then the legs, and tail, and the little dragon just... sat their. It gave a mee creel, and looked around, searching for a good choice. The dragon started 5 down from Brandon, peering at a candidate and knocking him over, looking for another. He went around quietly, giving only faint creels, pushing at some and moving on, dissatisfied. Then the little dragon went to the candidate behind Brandon, snorted, and tried to turn but tripped over himself. Fighting to resist, Brandon whirled around and untangled to poor dragon. He tried, he really did, but Brandon was sucked in by the dragon's gave. I'm Kilianth, and I want some food.((*sigh* Why am I not surprised? I wouldn't have been surprised if you said it was a bronze, but a dragon bigger (maybe better) than a bronze? Sheesh.)) |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Oct 22, 2003 18:29:50 GMT -5
((*sigh* Why am I not surprised? I wouldn't have been surprised if you said it was a bronze, but a dragon bigger (maybe better) than a bronze? Sheesh.)) ((Lol, well, you missed the curveball. I dont WANT the big dragon  )) |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2003 19:38:35 GMT -5
((I have a question... I'd like to join, but just how much do you want joinees to know about Pern? I know enough... I've read one or two books. I know the basic ropes, such as dragon colors and everything.))
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Post by irishdragonlord on Oct 22, 2003 19:42:03 GMT -5
((I have a question... I'd like to join, but just how much do you want joinees to know about Pern? I know enough... I've read one or two books. I know the basic ropes, such as dragon colors and everything.)) ((All I expect you to know is: Dragon Colors What a Weyr, hold, and craft is Have a relative sense of what Pern looks like)) |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2003 19:56:08 GMT -5
((Ookie... I pretty much know all those things, but all the same, don't kill me if I mess up slightly. It's been a bit since I read those things... anyway. Profile. I have an idea... tell me if you don't like what I'm doing though. Is it ok if I be the girl that Impressed the green earlier in IDL's post? If so, this'd be the profile:
Name: Kyja
Gender: female (of course)
Appearance: tall, black hair, grey-green eyes, normal weight
Age: 14
History: born out in the country, until she was moved to the Weyr.
Personality: quiet, but not afraid to fight endlessly for what she believes is the right thing. Determined, never gives up. Can be quite irritable at times, though.
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Post by crazywriter on Oct 22, 2003 21:56:00 GMT -5
{Haven't read a book in a while, but don't worry... I'll get around to it... I know the basic things... Just don't know everything...
Name: Lynn
Age: Around thirteen, maybe fourteen.
Appearance: Stronger than most women, she has brood shoulders with white-blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
Personality: Not afraid to express her opinion, she usually gets into arguments with the men who think that they're better than her. She doesn't like people who think they're superior to everyone else, and prefers the company of animals to that of people.
I remember seeing a white dragon on one of the book covers once... I think I'll take an albino gold or something, since I don't remember the book I read mentioning white being an official color... If it is a real color, it'll just be a plain white, not an albino...}
I sat cross-legged on the ground, my new dragon resting on my lap. It was white-I didn't know why, it had come from a Gold's egg-and small, about the size of a green. That was even wierder than her color. I glanced up for a moment to see who'd gotten the Platinum. It was a boy, slightly more 'horizontally inclined'-as my brothers would say-than the rest of the men. He was about my age, and looked none too happy about having the Platinum. I didn't understand why-to have such a large and rare dragon as that should make him feel honored. Shrugging, I smiled down at my dragon, who lifted her head in response.
So, Mas, I said to her, using my new thought-speak. Wanna go see what the Platinum's like?
Of course, she replied.
I smiled and gently lifted her up, walking over to the boy.
"Hey," I said. "What's your dragon's name?"
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Post by ievakasku on Oct 23, 2003 8:11:38 GMT -5
((YES! I am Pern fanatic! I've read aaaalll the books. In order. Once per year. Anywho:
Name: Kira
Age: 15
History: was born in the Weaver craft, but Searched a year ago.
Personality: Very shy, but can be brave if needed. Doesn't really talk much, but she has an empathy with most animals.
Question; before or after Aivas?))
Kira stood hopefully on the sands, wishing with all her heart that she would Impress this time. Then, a small green tumbled out of its shell and wobbled towards the remaining group. It raised its head, the multifaceted eyes locking in to hers.
I am Karair.
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Post by Speck on Oct 23, 2003 10:25:36 GMT -5
((I know the basics of Pern, but I've never actually read any of the novels. At least I've read the collection of short stories. ^-^''
Name: Riomu
Age: 15
Appearance: Dark red hair (always braided), dark brown eyes, fair skin. She has a large birthmark in the shape of a bat in the middle of her back.
Personality: Usually acts through her emotions (eg pessimistic if she's depressed/angry). She can be kind, but she can also be bitterly cruel if you catch her at the wrong time.
History: Was raised in the hopes that she'd become a runner, but was brought to the Weyr - at 11- instead.))
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Post by Speck on Oct 23, 2003 17:55:22 GMT -5
I grinned at the Canidates as the dragons began to hatch. My Wingleader suspended any and all lessons for the day to let us do whatever we wanted. Most of my Wing had gone out riding; not to burn Thread, but just for pleasure. Many of them were visiting their families.
I gaped as the Platinum dragon emerged from it's egg. Never had I seen such a color of dragon. This far surpassed the albino that I had seen earlier; in shock, that is. Yet... is seemed that the boy it had chosen did not want it. Hm... That's interesting.
What's interesting, Riomu?, Uague, my dragon, asked. I sent the blue dragon a mental image of both the Platinum and the Albino. Hm... That is interesting. was her reply.
A bowl was shoved into my hands. At first, I was startled, but suddenly remembered why it was now there. The hatchlings needed to be fed, of course; I had volunteered to pass out bowls of food. Curious to get a closer look at the Platinum, I headed towards it and it's new Weyrling.
((Hope I'm using my vocabulary right.))
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Post by irishdragonlord on Oct 23, 2003 18:51:24 GMT -5
((YES! I am Pern fanatic! I've read aaaalll the books. In order. Once per year. Anywho: Name: Kira Age: 15 History: was born in the Weaver craft, but Searched a year ago. Personality: Very shy, but can be brave if needed. Doesn't really talk much, but she has an empathy with most animals. Question; before or after Aivas?)) Kira stood hopefully on the sands, wishing with all her heart that she would Impress this time. Then, a small green tumbled out of its shell and wobbled towards the remaining group. It raised its head, the multifaceted eyes locking in to hers. I am Karair.((Eh... Aivas is the robot, aint he? Before that.)) Brandon was shoving food into Kiliath's mouth, but Kiliath halted him. What's wrong? Dont you like me? he asked, sad and frightened. "No, no, I love you. Dont worry," he hastily reassured his dragon. He wasnt lying; but the enormous responsibilities he knew he would encounter frightened him. He was startled to see another candidate. "Oh, eh - he's Kiliath." His eyes strayed to the dragon in her arms. "An albino queen? The only other albino I knew of was Ruth... and he was a runt. That's very rare." |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Oct 23, 2003 18:55:25 GMT -5
Brandon, very worried, decided to end conversation with the albino owner and quickly hurried off, Kiliath at his heels, creeling for more food.
He sat down, away from the other candidates, to feed his dragon, and sighed.
He thought of what was to come; thread fighting, care, and what would happen.
The bronzes always flew queens... what about his platinum?
He gave a small chuckle. Kiliath was more of a king dragon - he was half a head bigger than the queens already.
Thank you for the compliment. And I'm still hungry.
Brandon laughed and continued feeding his new partner.
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Post by Speck on Oct 23, 2003 19:14:56 GMT -5
I saw the boy run off somewhere, and searched for him. He continued to feed his dragon, and looked a tad happier than he had been before; at least he was laughing.
"Here. You might want some more food soon. What's your Hatchling's name?" I smiled, giving him more food. I was recalling my Impression, the 2nd one I had been to. Uague had given a couple other canidates some injuries on her way to me. There was really no way to describe the feeling you get when you Impress.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Oct 23, 2003 19:22:25 GMT -5
I saw the boy run off somewhere, and searched for him. He continued to feed his dragon, and looked a tad happier than he had been before; at least he was laughing. "Here. You might want some more food soon. What's your Hatchling's name?" I smiled, giving him more food. I was recalling my Impression, the 2nd one I had been to. Uague had given a couple other canidates some injuries on her way to me. There was really no way to describe the feeling you get when you Impress. Brandon looked up. "His name's Kiliath. Is that your dragon?" he asked, pointing to the blue near her. "I have no idea what I'm gonna do... do you think he'd count as a bronze? I know only bronzes are supposed to fly queens, but he's already about half a head higher than a queen." He gave another low chuckle. "I think he's like a king dragon," he added, scratching Kiliath's eye ridges and popping in more meat. |
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