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| D'mont of Blue Novoth; Semaca Bluerider #1 | |
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| Purnip | Oct 25 2017, 02:28 PM Post #1 |
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D'mont of Blue Novoth "Mirror mirror I can see a lonely child, he kinda looks like me staring out into infinity. His father lies, his mother cries, his spirit flies up in the skies wandering off to another galaxy." - The Hippie, Into the Electric Castle BASICS RETIRE INFO: Retire NAME: D'mont, previously known as Dumont GENDER: Male PRONOUNS: he/him/his ORIENTATION: Homosexual; poorly closeted BIRTHDATE: Spring 2739 AGE: 27 as of Fall 2766 LOCATION: Semaca Weyr (Transfer from Benden) OCCUPATION: Wingrider WING: Minuet Wing APPEARANCE EYES: Blue HAIR: Dirty Blonde HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'8", Lanky PLAY-BY: N/A FULL APPEARANCE: There's no mistaking that this guy once came from money. He looks it, smells it, and practically tastes it. He always looks utterly pristine, barely a hair out of place, a couple of rings on his fingers, well sewn casual clothing, and perfectly manicured nails and sideburns. He even, somehow, had a pair of nice glasses fashioned for him to help with his less than perfect eyesight. He just looks so...punchable. Like you just want to turn over a bucket of slop over his head. Before he speaks you assume he's going to be one of those stuffy, arrogant hold boys who happens to be the Lord Holder's second son from a current marriage. He definitely doesn't look like he has worked a day in his life, but somehow he has just enough strength to manage wingriding duties. He has a medium, sun-kissed complexion and it shows when he has time to dress casually--often taking a less-is-more approach without losing his shirt in the process. His features are half-heartedly chiseled, betraying more youth as he takes the slow path to aging. He looks almost younger than his Benden counterpart A'ka, despite being much taller a just a bit older. He keeps his hair at a short to medium length, groomed like a prize winning pooch. Even his teeth seem perfect. It just...hurts to keep looking at this guy. PERSONALITY PERSONALITY: D'mont is a friendly and personable sort with far more humility than anyone could expect from a man that looks like he comes from money. He talks like a well-educated young adult, though he might come off as condescending. This is purely accidental as he means well and has no interest in making waves. He is genuinely interested in forming positive relationships and he would rather take social blows and seem a weaker man than embarrass others into despising him more than they already might. He is well aware of what others see in him at a glance. He has heard all the rumors. He isn't as aloof or as oblivious as he appears, and he certainly appears that way. Insults seem to wash right off of him, but they still reach him, and they still fester. He doesn't so much deal with the pain as he allows it to diffuse through study and writing. While at times he does feel the desire to rebel against traditions, he does come from a very conservative hold and has retained a few traditional practices of his own. All because he wants to break the rules from time to time doesn't mean he'll go through with it. Will he snitch on you if you do? Absolutely not. He is more likely to offer advice as to how you might not get caught. But he wouldn't engage in any of these acts himself. He couldn't--no--that's against the rules! And if he were to get caught he'd blurt out the whole story at an instant. D'mont is both the worst and best liar you'll ever meet because he always tells the truth when he ought to lie, up until the one time where he just as casually lies to your face. He chooses what's worth lying about quite carefully. It's all part of the political game he grew up in. This makes him seem naive and honest when he is actually more of an opportunist. D'mont is a bit of a dreamer, known to get lost in either writing, reading, or experiencing a good story. He seems to be after the next greatest adventure, fiction come to life. Luckily, he has a dragon is a little more than obsessed with being where the action is at. HISTORY FAMILY: Lord Davent - Father - Lord Holder of Arjen Hold - 53 Lady Lucile - Mother - Lady of Arjen Hold - 56 Hughel - Brother - Lordling/Steward - 38 Anthon - Brother - Lordling/Student - 14 Hailey - Sister - Youth/Student - 10 SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Technically betrothed. BIRTHPLACE: Arjen Hold - Minor cothold beholden to Benden HISTORY: TW: Domestic abuse Arjen Hold is a place where pride can be found splayed on the walls, adorning every fixture and mantle, coloring every tapestry. It is a place of wealth and finery, seemingly used as the nook for Benden to keep all of its nice things while the world was at war. Lovely as it is, it couldn't be in a more inconvenient valley. It is said wild whers run rampant in the surrounding areas, and the hold's own Bronze wher is known for his sterling reputation for keeping danger at bay. Dumont was born to this place, the second child and son to the current Lord Holder, Davent. Born to a life where he wouldn't have to want for much but the simple things, he was in for a different kind of struggle growing up. The money definitely comes from wine. There is no mistaking it. Arjen Hold produces some of the finest vineyards for Benden and in turn they get some protection from their father hold. Lord Davent has long managed it, and with a very strict protocol that keeps all his personnel busy. It would be inconceivable to think of crossing him. Even with a somewhat approachable demeanor as the acting administrator, there has always been a side to him that the few who've experienced it would never like to see again. Unfortunately, close family hadn't much of a choice. It's unknown exactly how many times Davent has gotten away with abusing the eldest child, pressuring him, beating him, and manipulating him into the Steward position. It's unknown exactly how many other children he might have sired with his frivolous relations among other women in the hold. Dumont had to bear witness to his mother breaking down on a constant basis, his brother's confrontational attitude due to a jealousy Dumont had no control over. He didn't ask to be the younger son, but he certainly appreciated his luck. His father did not expect half as much from him. Like his sister who would later follow, he was simply expected to marry upwards--at that point to one of Benden nobility. He was not interested in this at all, for at least a good couple of reasons, but if it was the worst life had to offer, he'd take it over being in his brother's shoes any day. It was around the time he was 17 that he was taken to Benden Weyr by his brother so they could observe one of the weyr's hatchings as guests. At the time Arjen Hold was investigating why certain routes were drying up, checking their numbers, reaching out to the world and catching up on the state of this Interval War--finding out when and if this bloody show would ever end. As they sat in the stands, Dumont stared at the eggs below in wonderment, especially the second largest egg of the lot that from where he sat looked to be the same size as their gold one. He could hear some of the other hold nobles sitting on their row chatting about bets they had made on colors and impression; many assumed the large one would be a Bronze. Dumont, perhaps to spite his brother who put down a great deal of spending money on it or perhaps in hopes that life would surprise them all, hoped that it would hatch something far more interesting than just a bloody huge Bronze. He got a lot more than he bargained for as the shell split right in two, a pair of Blue dragons falling to opposite sides with their half shells shattering beneath them. The twins were identical in all but color, with their own eyelike marking on their foreheads. The teal-blue one immediately bounded to the Candidates, choosing his without hesitation, but the indigo-blue stood there leering at the Candidates almost warily. Or perhaps just leering at his brother. In retrospect that was most likely it, because what soon followed was the indigo one turning to look up at the stands in order to address the audience. It seems, dear listeners, that the one I am destined to spend the rest of my life is...well, among you. Now I don't want to name any names, but unless you want to watch a newborn creature pop out of existence, you may want to come down here and feed your Novoth. He paused and watched their reactions, but his eyes seem to now be settled on a certain row. Oh...I see. Well then, um. Listeners, it appears the one I have chosen might be in a bit of a bind. If you'll excuse me, I will attempt to retrieve them. In the meantime, the hatching continues. What followed was chaos. Rows of people standing and pointing to one another, moving around, moving up or down, Novoth never talking to one, but everyone at once as he refused to name his until he couldn't bear with his hunger any longer. Yes, there you are. Come on, guys. Perfect hair? Perfect teeth? Caring eyes? I'm glad no one's life was on the line, he added sarcastically. D'mont wasn't entirely sure how to proceed. He didn't come here to Impress at all, but here it was, happening. The rest since then had been a rollercoaster all its own. His father didn't exactly disown him--that would have been somewhat dishonorable given that D'mont didn't go out of his way to end up with a dragon. But it was almost as if D'mont had died to them. His mother still sent him something once in a great while, but in the weyr he was a fish on land. He learned a lot of things the harpers simply don't teach you and made a lot of enemies without having done anything to warrant them. In Benden Weyr, he was not liked. Even A'ka, who would later be his closest friend, initially loathed him as much as Novoth loathed the dragon he impressed to--namely his twin brother Doboth. The two riders were both social outcasts in Benden for entirely different reasons and found some solace in each other's isolation. They got along over stories mostly, even if their dragons butt heads a lot. D'mont even started to develop a bit of a crush on A'ka until he realized A'ka wasn't remotely interested in that kind of relationship with him. They continued to be the black sheep of the weyr, up until Benden was seeking candidates among their wings to spy on the new Semaca Weyr. At best, they'd get some valuable information out of the two, and at worst they'd lose a couple of nobodies. And so, it was with great relief and enthusiasm that Benden Weyr ejected D'mont and A'ka to have more of a presence in Semaca. Edited by Purnip, Oct 28 2017, 03:57 PM.
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| Purnip | Oct 25 2017, 03:14 PM Post #2 |
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Novoth![]() BASICS NAME:Novoth BIRTHDATE Spring 2756 AGE: 10 as of Fall 2766 APPEARANCE LENGTH: 40 ft HEIGHT: 9.5 ft WINGSPAN: 50 ft COLOR: Blue HEX CODE: #7800ff FULL APPEARANCE: Novoth is a long, lean, and fairly tall Blue who holds himself high with dignity and respect. He isn't exactly gigantic, but his attitude almost adds that extra inch. Honestly, an average heighted dragon and their rider wouldn't take notice of a major disparity. He has very streamlined features throughout, definitely built for agility rather than endurance. He tires a little faster than his brothers, and he is far less agile when forced to carry anything more than just his own rider. Some mistake him for a much younger dragon due to his scrawniness, and that is fine. He isn't exactly powerful either, but that's what evasion is all about. That and the right words delivered at just the right time. He is primarily an indigo-blue throughout, with counter-clockwise swirls creeping in from the outer edges of his wings and hind legs. His tail and head are a very classic, undeniable blue. If he and his twin were to stand in a circle from head to tail, their bodies would form a gradient panorama of the colors they do and don't share. On his forehead is an odd marking that resembles a sort of eye, different from that of his brother's. PERSONALITY PERSONALITY: Has a smooth and velvety voice that either puts some at ease and others in discomfort due to how close it sounds, how deep it moves you. Novoth likes to talk. A lot. He likes to narrate, mostly, as if keeping a journal aloud. It can be a little distracting, but his rider seems quite used to it. He informally speaks to other dragons all the time, though he is polite and asks first before speaking to their riders. Humans are fair game, though D'mont tries to keep him from addressing the whole damn world if possible. There's a calm about him, even in desperate times, he could tell you the sky is falling but the gentle caress of his voice will not properly convey the sense of danger that should be involved at a time such as this. He is a healthy amount of paranoid, a part curious, and a part traditionally-minded like his rider. He is however, a touch dramatic and quick to assume everything is going to go south. Fast. Fortunately, his pessimism is countered by his rider's optimism. He also loathes his twin brother Doboth. He absolutely detests him. VOICE: Hauntingly close and somewhat foreboding, like a...well, host on a public radio station in a strange town where strange things happen. Edited by Purnip, Oct 31 2017, 07:47 PM.
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