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| A'ka of Blue Doboth; Semaca Bluerider #2 | |
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| Purnip | Oct 25 2017, 02:29 PM Post #1 |
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A'ka of Blue Doboth "You have no time for commitments, they get in the way. Get down to business, there's no time to play." Pride, The Human Equation BASICS RETIRE INFO: Retire NAME: A'ka, previously known as 'Alec', originally named Aleska GENDER: Male PRONOUNS: he/him/his ORIENTATION: Heterosexual, Aromantic BIRTHDATE: Winter 2741 AGE: 25 as of Fall 2766 LOCATION: Semaca Weyr (Transfer from Benden) OCCUPATION: Wingrider WING: Minuet Wing APPEARANCE EYES: Brown HAIR: Dark Brown HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'5", Fit PLAY-BY: N/A FULL APPEARANCE: A'ka is very easy to lose in a crowd due to his fairly diminutive stature. He is definitely shorter than most men and about as tall as your average young woman. In fact, a keen eye may be able to tell that under a light layer of mud or dirt, he has relatively feminine features on top of that. Either he shaves every given day or he can't grow a beard to save his life, but some just chock it up to selective grooming. No one really asks or inquires due to the mean look he gives others when they stare too long. He often dresses far too warmly for the given weather. Some wonder how he hasn't dropped dead out of heat exhaustion. He sure does love that one scarf he wears all the time. Truth is, he has been hiding himself from prying eyes with both a repelling attitude and presence. He wasn't born in a man's body, but he damn well won't bring it up or let anyone feel remotely comfortable entertaining the idea. He keeps his hair short, binds his chest, doesn't shirk any physical work whether or not he can actually handle it, and he does have an impressive set of lean muscles to show for it--if he ever showed them off, that is. He has an overall light complexion to his skin tone, almost as if he has spent most of his time far off into the north. PERSONALITY PERSONALITY: A'ka definitely gives off an unapproachable vibe upon first impression. He looks like he's permanently pissed off at the world for telling the same joke for the billionth time, and at his own expense, no less. He automatically assumes, either through a great deal of paranoia or experience, that people are judging him and being overly critical of him on sight. He doesn't trust others are ever being nice or good for nothing at all. Everyone's after something. He is nothing but a tool or an obstacle to those around him and they can be jaded all they want on the matter, but whether or not they're aware of it, they're all parasites. Unfortunately, he recognizes himself as one among them--a parasite that must feed off others in order to survive. And yes, he hates every breathing, living second of it. When spoken to, he is often abrasive in his responses, or sardonic if you're lucky. A'ka seems like one of those people who never had fun once in his life, or did, and found it to be awful. Life has way too many horrible, deadly, and dangerous things going on in it to take a day off and be aloof to the storm that is almost always approaching. So to say that A'ka is a 'serious' person may be a gross understatement. Even when forced to relax he actually seems far more stressed out than he would be fighting thread. Faranth forbid someone gives him an attitude, because this relatively tiny man will snap on them like a wild wher poked with a sharp stick. He doesn't seem physically dangerous due to his diminutive stature and soft features, but at least you'll know where you stand at all times with someone like him. Preferably away. He is very personal about his business and tends to grow highly irate when someone starts getting curious. He is almost obsessively private, though D'mont, his fellow transfer, has been trying to keep him from becoming too reclusive as to attract all the wrong attention. His negative attitude is bad enough with the whole weyr thinking they're spies and all. It is strange to see him side by side with D'mont, who is quite the opposite to his disposition. It's like the older, taller Bluerider acts as a conscience standing squarely on A'ka's shoulder with a set of angel wings and devil's horns. He keeps A'ka on track and reminds him that they may be spies alright, but they can't go about their business if nobody trusts them. Because of this, A'ka has been begrudgingly...trying. Trying to be nice. Pretend nice. And it is very weird. HISTORY FAMILY: Father - Arcel - Resident of Tula Hold - 48 (Deceased) Mother - Ginna - Drudge in Benden Hold - 39 SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None BIRTHPLACE: Tula Hold - Minor cothold/farmland beholden to Benden (DESTROYED) HISTORY: TW: Death, Abuse, Transphobia War was very unkind to the world at large, but as casualties came and went, among the destroyed and abandoned holds during the Interval Wars was a small farmland cothold by the name of Tula. It was barely a hold worth mentioning, which mostly provided food to Benden Hold or Benden Weyr as well as to itself. A'ka, born as Aleska, did not get to truly enjoy this relatively peaceful environment before it was thoroughly destroyed by a raiding party of foreign riders. He was barely a couple of turns old when his mother fled with him. The rest of his family and the family that stayed with them had perished in the fires that stormed the farm. They managed to make it to Benden Hold, where Aleska spent most of his childhood hating everything about childhood. First off, he was stuck as a drudge due to their lack of titles or home. They once provided for the damn hold, but because their home was destroyed and they spent more than two days out on the road, they were being treated like holdless scum. He hated being teased, taunted, and constantly hounded about his appearance. They called him ugly because he refused to look pretty for them. They called him a troublemaker and an upstart because he refused to be more ladylike. He absolutely detested that the best he supposedly had to look forward to in his entire life would be marrying some rich asshole where he can just be a drudge under a different name, forced to bear his children. It didn't matter. He continued to be stubborn about it as he grew older, but he knew that if he did not do something to change the course of his life, he would be forced to become another loop in the chain of decisions that were being made for him rather than ones he should make for himself. At the age of 11 he ran away. He knew he'd likely die out on his own, especially with Threadfall due to rain down from the skies, but he knew once puberty hit they'd start auctioning him off if they hadn't already. He nearly died on a couple of occasions, but he spent his free time in the past couple of turns learning how to survive from stories, cautionary tales, and through his own personal investigations. Even as a kid, he didn't waste time with 'fun' or 'games'. Escapism scared him just as terribly as the thought of an impending future spinning violently out of control. Reality is far too frightening to take your eyes off it. Still, it was harsh. It's one thing to hear about the effects of starvation or dehydration, but it's quite another to experience it. He spent a turn on his own, then a couple of turns with a band of raiders not unlike himself in some respects. They were dreamers, some of them. They hoped that someday their lives would turn around. When he met them he was undernourished, hair cut short, body androgynous. It was very easy for him to pass, so under the name 'Alec' he carried on the rest of his young life feeling like he finally fit in his own damn shoes. They were alright, mostly because they treated him no differently than any of the other folks in their brigade. He didn't mind a life of crime, but he didn't want this to become his life. Still...it wasn't so bad. If he had the time to grow more calloused towards the results of their work, he might have one day been the leader of that band. Instead, he was captured when the band attempted to raid a caravan that was taking food and goods to Benden Weyr. Aleska was about to be executed, being lead to the stockade when one of the Blueriders observing from the ledges had a talk with their warden. Apparently, his dragon believed Aleska was absolutely essential for the clutch that would be hatching that Spring. There was a debate, impatient shuffling in the cold as the Blue pledged his case, and finally a sigh and a conclusion that the prisoner would be kept alive until the hatching was over and if he failed to Impress, he would be executed the following day. Aleska's life was literally depending on it, and he couldn't have been more bitter with the circumstances. He welcomed death on that day, not because he wanted to die, but because he wasn't going to let life push him around now, or ever. He was not allowed at the Touching, he might have been allowed to attend one lesson before the Hatching came--the weyrleaders did everything in their power short of poisoning him so he could be ill to the Hatching the day of. He was saved by nepotism, the Blue's rider the Weyrleader's uncle. All because they really wanted to make that Searchdragon look like a Benden Gold Standard to flaunt before other weyrs as a sign of their superiority and integrity. Right. Well, despite all the half-hearted sabotage attempts, the day Aleska strode out onto those Sands, he had this gripping feeling that one of those eggs came to life on that day. It was the second largest egg, if not the largest, rivaling the size of the Gold one. Many believed it would be a massive Bronze to outshine its brothers, but for the first time the egg gave a twitch. In the Touching most reported that it felt almost cold and absent of life. That day, it was vigorous and heaving. It split in two, each half cradling a Blue as the egg revealed to be keeping a pair of twins inside. The lighter colored one was quick to shake off the shards, turn to the Candidates, and cheer into Aleska's mind. Hello friend! There you are~~~ I was afraid you wouldn't be able to make it here. He bolted towards Aleska, no brakes, bowling him over and then circling him like prey. So! Do these good people still want to punish you for whatever it is you did, A'ka? The Blue nearly knocked him out cold, his world spinning as he tried to sit back up again. The teal-blue hovered over him, shoulders squared by a terrifying smile of bared teeth as his cheerful voice sang into A'ka's mind. It was his permit for the rest of his life, and in the form of a dragon that he would have to play the warden over himself. His twin ended up impressing to some noble kid in the stands, and the two were instantly the social pariahs of the Weyrling Class. Neither of them had anything in common other than the fact that they were both ostracized for their famous or infamous heritage. For a while they hated each other too--well, it was mostly one-sided. A'ka was wary, expecting D'mont to be one of those staunch traditionalist nobles. Instead he turned out to be a pretty down-to-earth pair of fancy pants. Either D'mont ignored the rumors that A'ka was 'pretending to be a boy' or he didn't care, so he was among the few in Benden who respected A'ka for what he was and what he had to offer. While the two were oddly getting along, the rest of the weyr found them to be burdensome and embarrassing. It wasn't long until their leadership found and sought the perfect opportunity to send both riders to Semaca to 'spy'. It is much likelier that they are simply trying to rid themselves of the two. Why would they want a prisoner they only kept long enough for a Hatching to prove a point? Or the dragon that may one day prove to be a danger to other dragons? Edited by Purnip, Nov 1 2017, 07:07 AM.
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| Purnip | Oct 25 2017, 03:08 PM Post #2 |
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Doboth![]() BASICS NAME: Doboth BIRTHDATE Spring 2756 AGE: 10 as of Fall 2766 APPEARANCE LENGTH: 40 ft HEIGHT: 9.5 ft WINGSPAN: 50 ft COLOR: Blue HEX CODE: #00f6ff FULL APPEARANCE: Doboth is a lithe, lanky, and rather tall Blue who holds himself tall and proud to be alive! He won't be the tallest of his color--it's more of an illusion, really. He looks tall because he stands tall, but honestly another at an average height might scoff at the extra inch he has on them. 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, but his power is not to be underestimated. He is primarily a teal-blue throughout, with 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: His voice sounds like he is speaking through a smile at all times. At. All. Times. Even in pain, almost as if teeth are grit in a pearly grin, he can make even the most excruciating agony seem like a minor irritant. He is sickeningly optimistic. He can see the upside of anything at all, with the express exception of his twin brother Novoth. The trouble is, he is enamored by acts of violence and their results. He finds them fun--decorative. He finds no true horror in that, or just about anything for that matter. He will say some of the darkest things in that sickeningly sweet mindvoice and you will never be able to hear it again in another context without fearing the worst. It seems that by now his rider is quite immune to how unsettling that should be, and it's a huge relief that Doboth isn't as chatty as his brother. He only ever talks to his rider or other dragons. Fortunately, his rider is excellent at exerting his will over this terrifying creature, or many accidents might have occurred leaving someone dragonless eventually. And just as fortunately, Doboth knows what his role is and isn't a rebel at heart. He just need to be kept on the path of least resistance to prevent unintentional disasters. He rather likes his twin brother, but he believes Novoth may be a bit of a bad influence to others with all that negativity of his. VOICE: Consistently cheerful and friendly, like a good neighbor. Don't listen beyond 10:00 if you do not want his...studio described to you. It is not fitting for the squeamish. Edited by Purnip, Nov 2 2017, 09:32 PM.
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