Post by dragonkim on Nov 27, 2010 16:29:05 GMT -5
Character Profile
Name:D’mon [Dahmon]
Age: 23 [March 3rd 1988]
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Rank: rider of “the useless dragon”
Weyr: RW
Appearance: 6’2” and 130 lbs with what once used to be a rather fit, athletic frame. His hair is dark and used to be cut in a flattering way before he stopped keeping track of himself and it sort of grew out into a bit of a mess. He’s gained almost a hollow look ever since he Impressed Nadaith, and his blue eyes are no longer bright nor does his sunny smile shine quite as much as it used to. He’s drained obviously, and walks around in a slow and weighted fashion as if a pressure is descending upon his shoulders and pressing him down constantly. Once almost vain as far as clothing went, now he just settles on whatever is clean and comfortable. His hands are still rough and calloused, and he still is quite strong—good guy to have on your side in a fight, as he’s been used to tough work. He looks older than twenty three.
Picture:
PB=Jack Davenport
Base Personality: D’mon is a very cheerful man with an easy-going charm. He’s quite caring and loving, friendly, and not judgmental in the slightest. However there is a telling distance about him, a feeling that he sort of isn’t giving all his attention to you—in fact he was always a sort of spread-the-love kind of guy who would flirt or befriend all sorts of people lightly instead of forming deep, connected relationships with a few people he really liked. However it’s much less about his fear of commitment now, and more about Nadaith getting all of his focused attention. She is so demanding about it that it drains him near completely. Though most dragonriders hold other relationships second to the bond they have with their dragons, D’mon seems even more obsessively dedicated and has put his whole life on standstill for his green to the point where his heath has deteriorated visibly.
In short he doesn’t seem to care enough about himself, so focused he is on caring about her.
Creative and quite smart, as well as a guy who doesn’t give in easily, D’mon has cheered with the new idea of forcing Earth scientists into making Nadaith a pair of mechanical wings. It has been quite hard convincing them it’s worth the significant drain on their resources but he’s not giving up no matter how many times doors slam in his face!
Beyond that he is very determined to prove his and Nadaith’s worth at the weyr. He is insistent that they get any job they can handle.
History:
Parents; D'iv, rider of brown Belleth and Mona, rider of green Anith
Foster mother; Kit
Grew up in Bendon Weyr on Pern, just your normal playful weyrbrat who liked to pull pranks and get under everyone’s feet. Most of the time he targeted the drudges, or the cooks and several times he was returned to Kit with a red welt across his backside... but he would be grinning anyways, and never seemed to learn his lesson. Kit would sigh and proclaim it was his foster brother Jes's fault but the older weyrbrat wouldn't ever get caught red-handed so she had no proof.
Always a kid who enjoyed the outdoors more than staying inside, Dahmon took up running and would even hire himself out to do errands as young as seven years old. He learned he could earn and do what he loved, all at the same time! Also a curious child, Dahmon would hang around the beastcrafters when he had spare time and would help out with the herdbeasts. One of the crafters who grew fond of the brat, taught him how to ride a runnerbeast even. This all built up a very fit youth.
He was always good at making friends though he never seemed willing to get all too close to people. He admired his parents D'iv and Mona from afar but never expressed any want to actually meet either of them, and neither of the pair stepped into their child's life. Kit, his foster mother, had five of the little weyrbrats to look after besides for Dahmon so he stepped back and tried to be as little demanding on her attention as possible. As for his foster siblings, he tended to keep an arm's distance away from them--even with Jes, who he hung out with the most. Dahmon would listen to what Jes had do say but would never add his own thoughts in on the matter as if he was afraid they weren't good enough to share.
Same thing happened with lovers when he got old enough for that. At first he just thought it was because he didn't actually like them--Dahmon started with girls first, as he saw Jes did. Then he realized he was attracted to guys, but when he started relationships with them Dahmon found out there was something holding him back from committing completely. He did long for that close connection but had a fear of intimacy that shut him out even when he attempted to form a solid long-term relationship. What if he completely handed himself over, but then they abandoned him like his parents had? Or chose others like Jes to give all their attention to, like Kit had?
Constantly curious, Dahmon experimented with a lot of different things before he Stood for Hatching. He attempted to learn musical instruments and even sing, but learned he was quite clumsy at that. Then he went back to the beastcrafters but grew bored with the stupid herdbeasts. A candidate he tried to have a relationship with, Baxer, taught him some weavecrafting but it didn't hold his interest either.
At seventeen, Dahmon went to stand with Baxer who urged him to at least try even if he had issues with his parents--one of the reasons that relationship didn't last was Baxer knew him too well and it was scaring him--so the youth did so if only to prove he didn't hold his parents in any resentment. After all, they were dragonriders. Fostering was the norm!
He didn't Impress that turn but when those dragons hatched he realized that he wanted to... and so he decided to try again.
Green Nadaith found him, Impressed, all while crying for her wings. D'mon could not refuse her and his heart broke as he tried to insist she was not "broken" and that she was more than perfect in his eyes. But the worst trials were yet to come.
As a weyrlingpair, D'mon insisted that Nadaith and him were to be taken seriously. They could do other work around the weyr, there was no reason to discount them! So they were assigned to menial tasks like carting around chunks of herdbeast meat and firestone sacks. The drudges would also ask for heavy lifting help from them. Nadaith was always strong, but she grew very muscled from this work. There were problems beyond her pride being hurt as a dragon, when she could not fly or go between; Nadaith could not catch her prey because she was not fast enough so D'mon had to treat her like a baby even when she grew past that.
Constantly tired and frustrated, D'mon resented Nadaith and the problems she brought. The other weyrlings picked on them both--they threw rocks, taunted the pair of them. This sent the wingless dragon on her first bout of suicidal thoughts--she walked away while her bonded was sleeping and was attempted to drown herself in the lake in the wyerbowl. D'mon awoke with a start, choking and feeling as if water was pouring into his lungs. He stumbled out yelling and managed to pull the green out of the water. Both of them did not move until the morning sun shone--they lay entangled, exhausted, and D'mon promised her that he didn't mean it he loved her true and never, ever did he want her gone.
Upon chewing firestone, D'mon was delighted to see Nadaith could flame. He insisted they both be put on groundcrews to sear thread which escaped the wings, but that was shot down--the green would have to be carted everywhere and they did not need them so why waste the resources?
It was only D'mon's direct pleading that kept them in the Weyr for those five turns. It was hard to find the heart to deny them both while they worked so hard, the chance to stay. But there was no room for the pair in Pern.
Once D'mon could fight it no longer, the both were told they had to transfer to Earth.
Dragon Profile
Name: Nadaith
Color: Green
Color Code: dark; 003300 and then when the light hits, shines; 006600
Impressed on: Oct. 28, 2006
Age: 5
Physical Description: Nadaith, 24 feet long, is a large, muscular and fit green with a barrel chest and a fine blocky head. Her back is ridged with many stumps as if several times wings attempted to grow but could not push out. Her color is a velvety green, dark but shimmers spectacularly when light touches it; something about her hide is soft and smooth to the touch. Though she cannot fly she is quite powerful and capable of many feats of labor on the ground.
Dragon Defect/Injury: born without wings. Suicidal.
Base Personality:
A highly sexual and dominant green, Nadaith enjoys complete control over males. However she cannot fly in any stretch of the imagination and this frustrates her, as no male would give a second thought to a handicapped green like herself. She still readies herself to rise three times a turn/year, and becomes quite vicious and angry a week before she would rise. Then when she cannot she generally thinks to attempt suicide, which means D'mon has to try to pull his high-strung Nadaith back into a more sane sort of mood for around a week after her 'flight problems'.
She considers herself useless in general and remembers that the reason hers and she got sent to this strange planet* was because she was a failure. Self-centered and selfish, every time she slips into a depression she wishes to suicide and thinks nothing of what a psychological mess that would leave her rider in.
Nadaith’s personality when happy is a self-confident, powerfully serene and commanding one who will give other dragons the evil eye if they so much as think on pitiful thought about her lack of wings. However when she slips into one of her moods she curls into a ball and whimpers, completely useless and so sad she cannot force herself to move from there no matter how hard she tries. Many a night D’mon has stayed up with her, softly whispering all his thoughts of love and hope until she can work out of it.
He is insistent that she is a wonderful creature even though she is sending them both into a spiral of self-destructive tendencies.
*She had to be carted between by two large browns.
Name:D’mon [Dahmon]
Age: 23 [March 3rd 1988]
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Rank: rider of “the useless dragon”
Weyr: RW
Appearance: 6’2” and 130 lbs with what once used to be a rather fit, athletic frame. His hair is dark and used to be cut in a flattering way before he stopped keeping track of himself and it sort of grew out into a bit of a mess. He’s gained almost a hollow look ever since he Impressed Nadaith, and his blue eyes are no longer bright nor does his sunny smile shine quite as much as it used to. He’s drained obviously, and walks around in a slow and weighted fashion as if a pressure is descending upon his shoulders and pressing him down constantly. Once almost vain as far as clothing went, now he just settles on whatever is clean and comfortable. His hands are still rough and calloused, and he still is quite strong—good guy to have on your side in a fight, as he’s been used to tough work. He looks older than twenty three.
Picture:
PB=Jack DavenportBase Personality: D’mon is a very cheerful man with an easy-going charm. He’s quite caring and loving, friendly, and not judgmental in the slightest. However there is a telling distance about him, a feeling that he sort of isn’t giving all his attention to you—in fact he was always a sort of spread-the-love kind of guy who would flirt or befriend all sorts of people lightly instead of forming deep, connected relationships with a few people he really liked. However it’s much less about his fear of commitment now, and more about Nadaith getting all of his focused attention. She is so demanding about it that it drains him near completely. Though most dragonriders hold other relationships second to the bond they have with their dragons, D’mon seems even more obsessively dedicated and has put his whole life on standstill for his green to the point where his heath has deteriorated visibly.
In short he doesn’t seem to care enough about himself, so focused he is on caring about her.
Creative and quite smart, as well as a guy who doesn’t give in easily, D’mon has cheered with the new idea of forcing Earth scientists into making Nadaith a pair of mechanical wings. It has been quite hard convincing them it’s worth the significant drain on their resources but he’s not giving up no matter how many times doors slam in his face!
Beyond that he is very determined to prove his and Nadaith’s worth at the weyr. He is insistent that they get any job they can handle.
History:
Parents; D'iv, rider of brown Belleth and Mona, rider of green Anith
Foster mother; Kit
Grew up in Bendon Weyr on Pern, just your normal playful weyrbrat who liked to pull pranks and get under everyone’s feet. Most of the time he targeted the drudges, or the cooks and several times he was returned to Kit with a red welt across his backside... but he would be grinning anyways, and never seemed to learn his lesson. Kit would sigh and proclaim it was his foster brother Jes's fault but the older weyrbrat wouldn't ever get caught red-handed so she had no proof.
Always a kid who enjoyed the outdoors more than staying inside, Dahmon took up running and would even hire himself out to do errands as young as seven years old. He learned he could earn and do what he loved, all at the same time! Also a curious child, Dahmon would hang around the beastcrafters when he had spare time and would help out with the herdbeasts. One of the crafters who grew fond of the brat, taught him how to ride a runnerbeast even. This all built up a very fit youth.
He was always good at making friends though he never seemed willing to get all too close to people. He admired his parents D'iv and Mona from afar but never expressed any want to actually meet either of them, and neither of the pair stepped into their child's life. Kit, his foster mother, had five of the little weyrbrats to look after besides for Dahmon so he stepped back and tried to be as little demanding on her attention as possible. As for his foster siblings, he tended to keep an arm's distance away from them--even with Jes, who he hung out with the most. Dahmon would listen to what Jes had do say but would never add his own thoughts in on the matter as if he was afraid they weren't good enough to share.
Same thing happened with lovers when he got old enough for that. At first he just thought it was because he didn't actually like them--Dahmon started with girls first, as he saw Jes did. Then he realized he was attracted to guys, but when he started relationships with them Dahmon found out there was something holding him back from committing completely. He did long for that close connection but had a fear of intimacy that shut him out even when he attempted to form a solid long-term relationship. What if he completely handed himself over, but then they abandoned him like his parents had? Or chose others like Jes to give all their attention to, like Kit had?
Constantly curious, Dahmon experimented with a lot of different things before he Stood for Hatching. He attempted to learn musical instruments and even sing, but learned he was quite clumsy at that. Then he went back to the beastcrafters but grew bored with the stupid herdbeasts. A candidate he tried to have a relationship with, Baxer, taught him some weavecrafting but it didn't hold his interest either.
At seventeen, Dahmon went to stand with Baxer who urged him to at least try even if he had issues with his parents--one of the reasons that relationship didn't last was Baxer knew him too well and it was scaring him--so the youth did so if only to prove he didn't hold his parents in any resentment. After all, they were dragonriders. Fostering was the norm!
He didn't Impress that turn but when those dragons hatched he realized that he wanted to... and so he decided to try again.
Green Nadaith found him, Impressed, all while crying for her wings. D'mon could not refuse her and his heart broke as he tried to insist she was not "broken" and that she was more than perfect in his eyes. But the worst trials were yet to come.
As a weyrlingpair, D'mon insisted that Nadaith and him were to be taken seriously. They could do other work around the weyr, there was no reason to discount them! So they were assigned to menial tasks like carting around chunks of herdbeast meat and firestone sacks. The drudges would also ask for heavy lifting help from them. Nadaith was always strong, but she grew very muscled from this work. There were problems beyond her pride being hurt as a dragon, when she could not fly or go between; Nadaith could not catch her prey because she was not fast enough so D'mon had to treat her like a baby even when she grew past that.
Constantly tired and frustrated, D'mon resented Nadaith and the problems she brought. The other weyrlings picked on them both--they threw rocks, taunted the pair of them. This sent the wingless dragon on her first bout of suicidal thoughts--she walked away while her bonded was sleeping and was attempted to drown herself in the lake in the wyerbowl. D'mon awoke with a start, choking and feeling as if water was pouring into his lungs. He stumbled out yelling and managed to pull the green out of the water. Both of them did not move until the morning sun shone--they lay entangled, exhausted, and D'mon promised her that he didn't mean it he loved her true and never, ever did he want her gone.
Upon chewing firestone, D'mon was delighted to see Nadaith could flame. He insisted they both be put on groundcrews to sear thread which escaped the wings, but that was shot down--the green would have to be carted everywhere and they did not need them so why waste the resources?
It was only D'mon's direct pleading that kept them in the Weyr for those five turns. It was hard to find the heart to deny them both while they worked so hard, the chance to stay. But there was no room for the pair in Pern.
Once D'mon could fight it no longer, the both were told they had to transfer to Earth.
Dragon Profile
Name: Nadaith
Color: Green
Color Code: dark; 003300 and then when the light hits, shines; 006600
Impressed on: Oct. 28, 2006
Age: 5
Physical Description: Nadaith, 24 feet long, is a large, muscular and fit green with a barrel chest and a fine blocky head. Her back is ridged with many stumps as if several times wings attempted to grow but could not push out. Her color is a velvety green, dark but shimmers spectacularly when light touches it; something about her hide is soft and smooth to the touch. Though she cannot fly she is quite powerful and capable of many feats of labor on the ground.
Dragon Defect/Injury: born without wings. Suicidal.
Base Personality:
Where are they mine? Where did they go? I cannot find my wings! She screamed, pressing her nose against his hand, Please, please! How am I to be a dragon if I have no wings?
A highly sexual and dominant green, Nadaith enjoys complete control over males. However she cannot fly in any stretch of the imagination and this frustrates her, as no male would give a second thought to a handicapped green like herself. She still readies herself to rise three times a turn/year, and becomes quite vicious and angry a week before she would rise. Then when she cannot she generally thinks to attempt suicide, which means D'mon has to try to pull his high-strung Nadaith back into a more sane sort of mood for around a week after her 'flight problems'.
She considers herself useless in general and remembers that the reason hers and she got sent to this strange planet* was because she was a failure. Self-centered and selfish, every time she slips into a depression she wishes to suicide and thinks nothing of what a psychological mess that would leave her rider in.
Nadaith’s personality when happy is a self-confident, powerfully serene and commanding one who will give other dragons the evil eye if they so much as think on pitiful thought about her lack of wings. However when she slips into one of her moods she curls into a ball and whimpers, completely useless and so sad she cannot force herself to move from there no matter how hard she tries. Many a night D’mon has stayed up with her, softly whispering all his thoughts of love and hope until she can work out of it.
He is insistent that she is a wonderful creature even though she is sending them both into a spiral of self-destructive tendencies.
*She had to be carted between by two large browns.
