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Karma: 4 |  | IW: Z'ran of Bronze Uthekielth (32)
« Thread Started on Oct 20, 2011, 1:39pm » | |
Character Profile
Name: Z'ran (formerly Zeveran)
Age: 32, born December 20, 1979
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzerider
Weyr: Isle
Appearance: Not exactly the tallest rider you've ever seen, but Z'ran is not bad looking. His skin is well-tanned, his hair usually in a tidy mess and his eyes almost always holding a smile or mischievous glint. He has a mark on his left cheek and he claims it to be a birthmark. He can usually be seen in the leather and fur riding outfit he has.
Picture: ![[image]](http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa139/Lukara_Aurora_Lynn/Rocky%20Characters/HotAnimeGuy4.jpg "[image]")
Base Personality: Somewhat flirty, but always loyal to the attachments he forges and true to the promises he makes. Despite Uthekielth's dark moods, Z'ran is usually in a good mood, contrasting and balancing the Bronze's attitude. However, when he is pressed too hard about his past, he shuts down, becoming very distant and closed off. Push any harder, his mood falls further. On the occassion that his mood should turn as dark as his dragon's, beware. Many in Benden felt the sting of his tongue when his moods turned poisonous. He find Earth fashion an oddity.
History: Born into a small, no-name Hold in the middle of nowhere, Zeveran always had a way with animals, even when he was young. And that trait just became more evident as he got older. It came to a point that whenever something was going on with the animals, someone always sent for Zeveran. And that was how his early years went.
When he was old enough to be sent to a Craft Hall, his parents jumped at the chance to get him into the Beastcraft Hall. When the time finally came for him to leave, just shortly after the start of his 14th Turn, something caused a fire. He was just leaving the Hold when he heard the screaming, and he immediately turned his mount around to try and help. Everyone had apparently gone back into the main hall before the fire, and he tried to get past the door, but the frame collapsed, keeping him outside. It didn’t take long for the rest of the building to follow suit, and he was then forced to move a safer distance away. When the flames died down and with the embers still red, he bolted back and searched the entire Hold for any survivors. He was, unfortunately, disappointed at every turn; the only survivors were the herdbeasts. Even the watchwher had succumbed to the smoke.
At the time, Zeveran felt there was nothing worth living for, but remembering the struggle his parents put up for him to go to the Beastcraft Hall, he silently returned to his mount and set off for the Craft Hall, still covered in ash and soot.
He was there for about a year before he was Searched, and the only time he uttered even one word was when he was soothing a distressed animal. Once he left with the dragonriders, though, he became a total mute. And it was hardly surprising. While Zeveran admired the dragons for all their traits, he had gone through losing his entire Hold, and the only thing he could look forward to was being with the animals in the Beastcraft Hall. It wouldn’t be too far off to say he was a rather bitter teenager. His first Hatching turned out to be a rather…interesting one. One of the other candidates, a combative young Weyrborn lad, was pressing for answers about his silence. Receiving no answers, the Weyrbrat turned insulting to Zeveran’s family. Having none of it, and letting his temper out of hand for once, Zeveran lashed out and punched the Weyrbrat. The other boy looked startled for a minute, then the two pounced at each other. When retelling this, Zeveran takes obvious pride in the fact that it took seven dragonriders to pull him off of the offending brat.
Immediately removed from the Sands, he was pushed into a closet and told to stay there until they came back for him. Having nothing better to do, he pondered on what he would do should they make him leave the Weyr. His plan was to simply go back to the Beastcraft Hall. There he had at least some semblance of normalcy. He felt out of place at Benden Weyr.
After the Hatching was over, and Zeveran dragged from the closet, Benden Weyrleader F’lon paced angrily, scolding him for “reckless behavior that could have resulted in the death of a candidate and the loss of a Brown hatchling.” Zeveran started blankly at F’lon with empty eyes, only reacting when prodded. Finally, F’lon relented and let him off with duties that no normal candidate wanted. But, it was work and something to keep his mind from his dark thoughts. Needless to say, the youth who had insulted his family kept clear of Zeveran, as did nearly everyone else.
For five years, every Hatching Zeveran was allowed to Stand at resulted in a dull disappointment. Granted, always having felt the odd one out, he never really expected a dragon to pick him out of the other candidates, so he never felt too disappointed after the first two or three. He just went through the motions, remaining silent no matter who spoke to him. Eventually, people stopped talking to him, except for the new candidates brought in.
On his 20th Turn, however, everything changed. There was another Hatching, and the new Weyrleader R’gul was reluctant to let him attend, although he did want to help the boy, hard personality aside. So Zeveran was brought to the Sands with the other candidates once the eggs started to show signs of hatching, though he had the same expectations as always. Every dragonet would look over him or wouldn’t even give him a glimpse before moving on. And every dragonet did, until there was only one egg left on the Sands. That egg practically exploded open when it hatched, and everyone jerked backward from the violent hatching.
The dragonet that had stepped out of the destroyed egg shook the remnants of the egg off of him, taking his time to clean himself. Zeveran was almost immediately taken with the coloring of the dragonet. He was a rich bronze, but his legs, wing tips and tail darkened to almost brown. Almost as if sensing Zeveran’s admiration, the Bronze looked up, making eye contact with the older candidate. Zeveran saw the rainbow of Impression, and felt his shoulders slump. Another Hatching without Impressing a dragon.
’Excuse me, Mine?’ Zeveran heard. ‘Your Uthekielth does not appreciate your thoughts.’ Zeveran’s eyes widened, looking rather dumbstruck as he looked around slightly. ’Yes. You are Mine, Z’ran, and I am Yours.’ Z’ran felt tears spring to his eyes, and while he was fighting them back, he heard one of the older, unimpressed candidates say, “Hey! Zeveran looks like he’s about to cry!” Z’ran glared slightly at the candidate and growled, “Shard off.” Suffice to say, everyone at the Weyr was surprised that he could speak after his extended silence, but Z’ran didn’t care. ’Mine, Your Uthekielth wants to be rid of this odd emptiness in my middle.’ Z’ran turned back to the Bronze and nodded. “Alright, Uth, let’s get you something to eat.”
As Uthekielth matured, his temper began to make itself evident. Most days, the Bronze, who was growing to massive sizes even for a Bronze, had control of his anger. Even during the Flights he participated in, Uthekielth rarely snapped at his fellow competitors more than he usually did. The only things he could not resist snapping at were firelizards. When Uthekielth and Z'ran had just become official riders rather than weyrlings, Z'ran had taken the Bronze out for a leisure flight. Wanting warmer temperatures, they went between to the southern ocean, and Z'ran walked the beach while Uthekielth swam. Unfortunately for Uthekielth, that's how Z'ran discovered a firelizard nest that had one unhatched egg. The nest was abandoned, so Z'ran figured the poor egg was a dud and went to walk by when it rocked thrice, then cracked. The emerging dark Green wailed her hunger to the heavens, and Z'ran's soft heart wouldn't let him resist. He fed her some of the food he had brought with him, and tried naming her while she ate. After a lack of response with every name he offered, he finally sighed, "Oh, what am I going to call you, love?" She looked up at him with soft blue eyes and chirped approvingly. With a smile, he nodded slightly and said, "All right, Love it is."
Love was a small Green, only reaching about the length of Z'ran's arm. Uthekielth was none too pleased about her presence and rarely let her be. Whenever she flew too close, he snapped at her, often just missing her tail tip, and growled testily whenever she wasn't close enough to snap at. When Love was two Turns, a resident queen firelizard had a clutch. When the eggs were to hatch, Love raced over to be present for the hatching, though she had nothing to do with the clutch. The Gold that hatched from the clutch went and rubbed along Z'ran's leg, much like a cat, and Z'ran had been nibbling on a bit of dried meat. Again feeling the need to help, he gave the Gold the remainder of the meat, and she practically purred at him. "So, what shall I call you? Ilimsya?" With a little chirp, she crawled up his arm to his shoulders, displacing a surprised Love. Love hissed her frustration, but let the newly hatched Ilimsya have his shoulders for the time being. A couple days passed before Ilimsya's lighter gold sock appeared on her right hind leg.
Love and Ilimsya never got along, and it just got worse as Ilimsya matured. Because Love had such a queen-like personality, it just put the two more at odds, and then when Love's ability to ignore Ilimsya's orders came to light, everything turned into a scrap.
When Uthekielth saw that the two flits didn't care for each other, he somewhat calmed down about having another firelizard around. He still snaps at them should they get too close, but he often just lets the two fight without interferring, even if they get too close. But, the only time he won't snap at them is when they're fighting with each other.
However, going into his twelfth turn, Uthekielth's temper ran away with him. Just after a Flight, in which he had failed, one of the Blues was bragging about something fairly insignificant, but his temper was such that he couldn’t resist.
With a rather feral snarl, Uthekielth had pounced on the unsuspecting Blue. He managed to shred one wing membrane, break the delicate bones in several places on the other wing, and dislocate one of the Blue’s legs before being restrained. Uthekielth and Z’ran were removed from their wing and denied the ability to fight Thread while their sentence was decided. It was determined they would be sent to Earth after Uthekielth attacked R’gul’s Bronze Hath. Hath, however, had been expecting Uthekielth to lash out after being confined to his and Z’ran’s weyr for several days and was unscathed.
After being given the coordinates to Isle, with its smaller dragon population, Z’ran bid farewell to Benden and went between to Earth. The lack of Thread and firestone are somewhat unnerving to Z’ran, but after Uthekielth’s temper flared on Pern, he wasn’t too surprised they’d send him somewhere with minimal threats.
Dragon Profile
Name: Uthekielth
Color: Bronze
Color Code: AD8C09
Impressed on: 1999
Age: 12
Physical Description: Large, even for a Bronze, reaching about 40 feet long. There are a couple Threadscores scattered along his body from failed evasion manuevers, but they somehow only compliment the darkening gradient along his extremities. On his wings, tail and legs, his color darkens to a deeper (875E0E) and deeper (735e0a) bronze, ending in an almost brown (5a4906) color.
Dragon Defect/Injury: Severe aggression
Base Personality: When his aggression doesn't flare up, Uthekielth is actually rather nice. You just have to be close enough to him or catch him on that rare good day. Otherwise, he's snappish at best. Any flits that dare get close to the large Bronze best watch out: despite Z'ran's exceeding patience with them, the Bronze detests the little nuisances with a passion. More than one fire lizard has barely avoided the snap of his jaws. He claims to purposely miss.
![[image]](http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa139/Lukara_Aurora_Lynn/Rocky%20Characters/BronzeUthekielth.png "[image]")
Firelizard Profile
Name: Love
Color: Green
Color Code: 0a5007
Age: 10
Physical Description: Smaller than a White, reaching only about twenty six inches. Deep green with no markings.
Base Personality: Love’s size is the only thing small about her. She has a big personality, about as commanding as a Gold, and though she’s not listened to like a Gold, she often runs the place. All in all, she thinks she’s a Gold in Green skin, and fights with Ilimsya over who gets Z’ran’s shoulders. Unfortunately for Love, she often loses due to her small stature.
![[image]](http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa139/Lukara_Aurora_Lynn/Rocky%20Characters/GreenLove.png "[image]")
Firelizard Profile
Name: Ilimsya
Color: Gold
Color Code: cbb41f
Age: 8
Physical Description: Standard size for a Gold, reaching a little over forty inches. She has a lighter gold (f2d306) sock on her right hind leg.
Base Personality: Regal even for a Gold. Love is the only firelizard who can defy her orders, so when it turns into a scuffle over who gets Z’ran’s shoulders, Ilimsya uses her size against the miniature Green.
![[image]](http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa139/Lukara_Aurora_Lynn/Rocky%20Characters/GoldIlimsya.png "[image]")
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Wherling Garrik of Blue Garrisk
Rider D'mei of Blue Rometh
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Karma: 22 | | Re: Z'ran of Bronze Uthekielth (32)
« Reply #1 on Oct 28, 2011, 9:25am » | |
Add into his history how he got the flits,and the bronze's reaction to them, and then you should be good. 
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WW Faizah W.Surth
WL Kain B.Gorth
JWw Nakia Gr/G Isath
WW Aurora Gr. Faith
WL Tamahome Br. Jackaloth
Kumiko Gr. Raynith
Mentari Gr. Ladeth
N'lon Bl. Nyketh
La'as Gr. Taspoloth
Lakeen B. Lakeesk
Viriak Gr. Virisk
Sarah Br. Iaruth
Llonatan Bl. Llonatansk
Nathan W. Tith
Theody Bl. Osoth
Yamina G. Proudeth
Tsume Br. Phrotyth
Benjamin Br. Raveath
J'van Bl. Perfaegath |
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Karma: 4 | | Re: Z'ran of Bronze Uthekielth (32)
« Reply #2 on Oct 31, 2011, 1:08pm » | |
Whoops! Sorry about that.  It's fixed now. :3
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Weyrling Alyssa of Gold Brixth
Weyrling Codi of White Stith
Wherling Reya of White Reyask
Wherling Shannara of Green Shannask
Wherling Nuriko of Blue-Green Nurisk
Wherling Garrik of Blue Garrisk
Rider D'mei of Blue Rometh
Rider A'jax of Green Dulchanth
Rider Savana of Brown Kiranth
Rider Z'ran of Bronze Uthekielth |
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Karma: 22 | | Re: Z'ran of Bronze Uthekielth (32)
« Reply #3 on Oct 31, 2011, 1:29pm » | |
Great
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WW Faizah W.Surth
WL Kain B.Gorth
JWw Nakia Gr/G Isath
WW Aurora Gr. Faith
WL Tamahome Br. Jackaloth
Kumiko Gr. Raynith
Mentari Gr. Ladeth
N'lon Bl. Nyketh
La'as Gr. Taspoloth
Lakeen B. Lakeesk
Viriak Gr. Virisk
Sarah Br. Iaruth
Llonatan Bl. Llonatansk
Nathan W. Tith
Theody Bl. Osoth
Yamina G. Proudeth
Tsume Br. Phrotyth
Benjamin Br. Raveath
J'van Bl. Perfaegath |
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