Post by lurhstaap on Jan 10, 2012 3:44:19 GMT -8
Give Me The Simple!
Ch'mosis
'I'm about to drop you like Cain dropped Abel'
Give Me The Difficult!
NAME| Ch'mosis
BIRTHDAY| October 29th
HOWOLDAREYOU| Thirty-six
GENDER| Male
SEXUALORIENTATION| Asexual as much as can be managed. Feels vulnerable during sex and hence avoids it. Probably bi when you get down to it if he could get over his hangups.
RANK| Peacekeeper (Guard)
Is That Really It?!?
HAIRCOLOR| Blackish-brown
EYECOLOR| Klahbark brown
BUILD| Sturdy and thick-boned
HEIGHT| Somewhat below average
PIERCINGS| A few, but nothing elaborate. A couple in each earlobe, one or two higher up in each ear, one or two in each eyebrow, one through the nostril, and that's it. All are filled with simple silver rings.)
EXTRAS| Ch'mosis has a lot of tattoos, mostly abstract designs representing nothing concrete and which are difficult to describe -- much more angular and arching than the typical "tribal" style. Almost all are blackwork.
SUMITUP| This weary veteran has an imposing but somewhat unbalanced appearance, his klahbark-hued eyes darting randomly about him, always scanning his surroundings, never, ever ceasing this activity except when actually in a fight. He has close-cropped curly hair, too dark to have any discernable color but not really black either, and his complexion is a sort of buttery burnt-parchment hue, somewhere between what a Terran would consider a Middle and a Far Eastern skin tone.
Ch'mosis has the sort of build you would expect on a tall person, but he is actually somewhat below average in height. He has a sturdy, thick-boned build. He eats well enough to support a wiry, toughened sort of musculature, but the underlying broadness and heaviness of his bones makes him look more bulkily muscular than he really is. His body is streaked with scars of various random origins, ranging from combat to training injury to deliberately self-inflicted, almost ritualistic wounds. These latter scars form strange, almost tattoolike (although colorless, obviously) patterns on his forearms, legs, and the backs of his hands primarily, though they appear in a few other random places as well. His actual tattoos are often done around and as if to encorporate these scars. Sometimes the scars are even outlined or highlighted with color.
Give Me A Little More!
LIKES| The taste of his own adrenaline, the subjective sensation of bleeding, killing enemies, unsweetened and milkless klah, red meat, non-leafy vegetables like tubers and roots, being self-sufficient
DISLIKES| Being dependent on other people more than absolutely necessary, being bored and understimulated, feeling old and tired, losing a fight, green leafy vegetables, fish and white meat, most people at this point
STRENGTHS| A very skilled Guard with a lot of experience; tenacious; and once you earn it, his loyalty is utterly absolute.
WEAKNESSES| Has difficulty allowing himself to bond with other humans; rather paranoid and suspicious; often suffers from self-fulfilling prophecies, whereby he makes some dire prediction out loud and then unknowingly behaves in such a way that he guarantees that whatever he was worrying about happens when it might not have otherwise.
THEODDBITS| If his habit of self-scarification isn't odd enough, how about his fear of sex? He feels unacceptably vulnerable and won't allow himself to be put into such a dangerous position. He will interpret a sexual proposition as a red flag and suspect the person of being an enemy! Mating flights are hard to avoid, but other than that, he pretty much -never- has sex with -anyone-.
PUTITALLTOGETHER|
Ch'mosis is quiet and reserved. He is very aware of his status as having once been property, no matter that he has long since been freed and given the privilege to work to help free others. Not that he doesn't appreciate that liberty, for he absolutely does. He itches, burns, to wreak vengeance on the entire institution of slavery, but he has been trained to discipline and knows that vigilante justice will only make the problem worse. Still, he often actively hopes that some worthless walking piece of midden waste will force him to kill them so he can vent his need for revenge. As other riders become with their dragons during mating flights, Ch'mosis becomes one with 'Thrax during battle. He and Ourothraxth are a ferociously effective team. They are very good at 'thinking together', using their melded state of being to their advantage in the fight.
Ch'mosis loathes slavery and everyone and everything associated with it, to the point of violent and indiscriminate fury. His dragon is a tempering influence but only to a slight degree, as Ourothraxth is a savage, feral creature in many ways himself and his personality is, if anything, even more vicious than his rider's with fewer redeeming aspects! Still, there is more to him than all of that. There is an intensely loyal, loving side to Ch'mosis as well -- it's just that tender side of him was largely trampled to death during childhood. It does stil exist, though, and it -can- be drawn out by someone who is patient and loving enough themself.
This is one rider who does not allow himself to feel vulnerable for any reason, however. Vulnerability gets you killed. Period. This includes sex, most drugs (including alcohol but not including handleaf, which he smokes regularly to help keep his paranoia and rage under control) and a lot of other things most people would never consider as making one "vulnerable".
And Who's In Your Life?!?
PARENTS| Baronchen, deceased; Mosissey, deceased
SIBLINGS| None
COMPANION| Ourothraxth
PETS| None
SIGNIFICANTOTHERS| None worth speaking of due to Ch'mosis's fear of sex and his generally unpleasant surface personality.
THEPAST|
As a boy, Chenmosis was orphaned. His parents were very poor and died of an epidemic of typhus, but he, unluckily or luckily depending on your perspective, survived. As an orphan, he had nowhere to go, and ended up trying to seek work in the child-labor system just to be able to support himself. Unfortunately, he ended up being snatched by a slaver instead and sold into slavery. Several Turns later, when he was 14, he was rescued by Peacekeepers from Darkened Weyr. He begged them to take him to the Weyr and allow him to try to Impress a dragon and join them. One of the rescuing dragons was a blue with Search ability, and he saw the potential in the young man, so they agreed and Chenmosis became a Candidate. He Impressed red Ourothraxth the third time he Stood and they have been a part of Darkened Weyr ever since.
Who Are Your Companions?!? (Delete as needed)
NAME| Ourothraxth
AGE| 21
PARENTS| Gold Hareth x Bronze Xencath
COLOR| [*color=]Hex code 990010[/color*] (If candidate here is where you place preferred colors)
PERSONALITY| Ourothraxth is something of an anomaly. He is always willing to fight, even other dragons if necessary, and feels no qualms or hesitation about it at all. For whatever reason, his non-aggression genetic programming has been totally deactivated. He is a savage creature, fully prepared to defend himself and his rider however necessary. He loves to fight and to kill, not so much because he likes ending the life of another being, but because he loves the raw intensity of combat and the sensations of it; the slide of talons through flesh, the scent of blood, the pain of his own wounds, the flex of his muscles, the kinetic ecstasy of rapid, constant motion. For 'Thrax there is nothing better than getting to 'play' in such a way, then being praised for it. He is, quite frankly, insane by dragon standards. But he doesn't care what anyone thinks of him or his rider. He is what he is and if anyone doesn't like it, they're welcome to try to kill him. He'll be ready and waiting.
In many ways, 'Thrax resembles the classic red dragon of old Earth mythology,l so long forgotten. He is proud, but wise and cunning, unwilling to allow his pride to compromise his victories. He will allow others to believe that he suffers from such hubris in order to take advantage of their misperception, however. Actually he relies a lot on being undeerestimated, misinterpreted, or otherwise not understood. As such, like his rider, he plays his cards close to his chest, so to speak. and doesn't let others in. His fighting style is bestial and aggressive, but very intelligent and cunning at the same time. He doesn't understand the concept of 'fighting fair', not does he understand 'glory' or 'honor'. He fights to win, period. He loves to use his fangs and talons. He loves to use firestone and will flame particularly loathed foes with an unholy glee that borders on the demonic.
He isn't purely malicious; he genuinely cares deeply for his rider, and he is, in fact, capable of love in general. But for love to exist, there first must be respect, and it is -very- difficult to earn this wild thing's respect. Not impossible... but very, very difficult. Though his rider has managed to turn his vicious streak to the service of useful things, he is a difficult dragon to manage and sometimes lashes out inappropriately.
DESCRIPTION| Ourothraxth pushes the upper size limit for his color. He is a large, powerful beast, but his body is sleek and streamlined, not bulky and musclebound. He is far from having the most brute strength of any of his color, but he's noticeably more muscular than average. His wings are large and long, well designed for long soaring. His teeth and talons are both larger than average and he does not hesitate to use them.
His hide boasts a deep, rich base hue the color of old blood -- not dried yet, but starting to coagulate, as if clotting on a blade. Black markings very similar to an ocelot's splash across his lean fighter's form, while his wing membranes are purest black.
'Thrax, like most warrior-dragons, is covered with scars from his occupation. One of his great eyes was put out long ago, but he has learned to compensate and does not suffer from the lack of depth perception anymore. In fact he has learned to capitalize on the fact that many opponents assume he -is- handicapped by his missing eye and thus underestimate him or try to strike on his blind side. He relies more on his other senses than other dragons expect and likes to tele-empathically keep track of opponents instead of trying to track them with his eye. In addition, various random claw-swipes and tooth-gouges pockmark his shimmering hide; these scars are keloidal and a dull scarlet.
RIDERRANK| Peacekeeper (Guardian)
Who's Behind That Mask?!?
YOURNAME| Lurhstaap
YOURAGE| 27
RPEXPIERENCE| Roughly a decade and a half.
WHYAREYOUHERE| One of my other Pern games in the ads section, I forget which.
RPEXAMPLE|
"Ch'mosis sighed to himself as Ourothraxth's great wings gave a powerful downsweep, lifting them higher with a great jolt as the red dragon climbed the wind with his wings as if it were a staircase, enjoying the flex and pull of his own muscles as they worked hard. Ch'mosis wished he could lose himself in delight at his own physical sensations the way his dragon did. They had been together many Turns, yet Ourothraxth could still marvel at such things about himself, reveling in them as if they were brand new. Ch'mosis, for his part, had long since forgotten what that felt like. Newness was an idea he understood intellectually without really grasping it in his gut. Everything in his life, himself included, was almost painfully familiar... including those things they'd spent their lifetimes trying to eradicate. The curly-haired rider sighed again, shaking his head to dispel his unpleasant thoughts, and pointed to a particularly tall hill in the midst of all the buildings. "We land there, 'Thrax," the red rider told his beast. Ourothraxth rumbled deep in his chest by way of reply and banked his wings, leaning in the sky to change direction as the big red soared toward the landmark, preparing to land."
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