Post by khavin on Oct 15, 2009 13:51:09 GMT -7
Name: K'vi (Formerly Khavinaeth)
Gender: Male
Age: 62
Position: Rider
Rank: Wingleader
Description: 6'5", 260 pounds, with darkly tanned skin, windburnt from near-constant flight; Dark, dark emerald eyes glare out from beneath a wrinkled brow, blazing intensely in their shadowed recesses. His broad shoulders and barrel chest turn his voice into a gathering storm, rumbling deeply with each word. Aging has been kind to him, though his lifestyle has not - He wears every single one of his years like a badge of honor. Since gaining his dragon at fifteen, he has worked nonstop - First, to become a Wingleader - Which he achieved within his first year - and then to turn his Wing into the most respected and renowned band of fighting Dragons on Pern. It wasn't long before he and Gormyth were reassigned from Benden, to Monaco Bay, with hopes of leading a newly-started Wing there. He leads his men not only in the air, but on the ground, taking them on hunts through the underbrush and forests of Monaco Bay, his Weyr's home, to teach them survival, first aid, triage, gathering; And, most important of all, companionship. His Wing is among the most tightly bound-together. A band of brothers if ever one existed.
Personality: Loud, abrasive, headstrong, bull-headed, intense; A slave driver if there ever was one, focused entirely on turning 'his' men into the best they can be.
History: K'vi was born outside the Weyrs, but always held a deep fascination with Dragons. He learned everything a man could learn without entering a Weyr - His choice as a Candidate was a surprise to no one. In the forty-seven years since the birth of his Dragon, Gormyth, he has trained and fought hard to become the very best in the many Wings located at the Monaco Bay Weyr, where he is still stationed to this day.
Other:
Dragon name: Gormyth
Dragon color/description: A Bronze, Gormyth is big for his size, only marginally smaller than Mnementh. Bulky, and immensely strong, with amazing stamina, he can out-last most, if not all other Dragons in the air. His forty-seven years have honed his skill and accuracy in betweening, and shooting flame. His bronze hide appears almost gold, due to the sheer number of pale scars which cover his thick, leathery hide - Places where the Threads had gotten lucky.
Dragon personality: Cold, aloof, and supremely confident - Though intelligent enough to know his own bounds very, very well; Where he can, or cannot push. He's very rough with the younger dragons, considering it his right to whip them into shape, while his Rider does the same to theirs.
Dragon age: 47
Gender: Male
Age: 62
Position: Rider
Rank: Wingleader
Description: 6'5", 260 pounds, with darkly tanned skin, windburnt from near-constant flight; Dark, dark emerald eyes glare out from beneath a wrinkled brow, blazing intensely in their shadowed recesses. His broad shoulders and barrel chest turn his voice into a gathering storm, rumbling deeply with each word. Aging has been kind to him, though his lifestyle has not - He wears every single one of his years like a badge of honor. Since gaining his dragon at fifteen, he has worked nonstop - First, to become a Wingleader - Which he achieved within his first year - and then to turn his Wing into the most respected and renowned band of fighting Dragons on Pern. It wasn't long before he and Gormyth were reassigned from Benden, to Monaco Bay, with hopes of leading a newly-started Wing there. He leads his men not only in the air, but on the ground, taking them on hunts through the underbrush and forests of Monaco Bay, his Weyr's home, to teach them survival, first aid, triage, gathering; And, most important of all, companionship. His Wing is among the most tightly bound-together. A band of brothers if ever one existed.
Personality: Loud, abrasive, headstrong, bull-headed, intense; A slave driver if there ever was one, focused entirely on turning 'his' men into the best they can be.
History: K'vi was born outside the Weyrs, but always held a deep fascination with Dragons. He learned everything a man could learn without entering a Weyr - His choice as a Candidate was a surprise to no one. In the forty-seven years since the birth of his Dragon, Gormyth, he has trained and fought hard to become the very best in the many Wings located at the Monaco Bay Weyr, where he is still stationed to this day.
Other:
Dragon name: Gormyth
Dragon color/description: A Bronze, Gormyth is big for his size, only marginally smaller than Mnementh. Bulky, and immensely strong, with amazing stamina, he can out-last most, if not all other Dragons in the air. His forty-seven years have honed his skill and accuracy in betweening, and shooting flame. His bronze hide appears almost gold, due to the sheer number of pale scars which cover his thick, leathery hide - Places where the Threads had gotten lucky.
Dragon personality: Cold, aloof, and supremely confident - Though intelligent enough to know his own bounds very, very well; Where he can, or cannot push. He's very rough with the younger dragons, considering it his right to whip them into shape, while his Rider does the same to theirs.
Dragon age: 47