Post by mittens on Dec 22, 2008 9:05:43 GMT -5
Name: B'len
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingleader/ Wingsecond (either one is fine by me)
Appearance: B'len is not the most attractive of men, taking after his father in many respects of appearance, but he is not ugly by any means. His hair is a thick mess of loose waves that falls just past his shoulders, the color pitch, matching the base of Honuth's hide almost perfectly. There are forever strands that fall over his eyes, no matter how often he pushes them away, and the only way to solve that would be to cut his hair short, which he refused adamently to do. His eyes are a blue-gray, hard to decide which, with a dark bluelayer, covered with flecks of silvery shades that intensify around the pupil and lessen near the rim of the iris. He has a very intense gaze, sharp, stern, te sort of man who can make you feel as if you're a child who has behavwed poorly, who is in for a scolding. His skin is mildly tanned, not so heavily as to classify as an actual tan, but more a tawny-gold color. His features are a little harsh, a heavy brow hoods his eyes and makes him seem brooding, a sharp nose that is a little too angular, and lips that is relaxed would be average, but are often held in a tight scowl.
He stands at the somewhat tall height of 6'6", with broad shoulders, his arms and chest heavily muscled, with little fat on him. Unlike his sister's feline prowl, he has a long stride, never taking the time to cultivate his movements, and often seems to be in a hurry.
Where clothes are concerned, B'len doesn't much care. He wears whatever he happens to have grabbed, though colors tend to black, gray, and an occasionaly blue, with a rare brown or green tossed in. Red doesn't suit him at all, nor does orange or yellow. His garments are well fitted, accenting his fugure, rather than hanging loosely or becomming snug in the wrong places, as he does take the time to visit a Weaver for that alone. His claim that it is because, while colors are nothing to him, if an article of clothing fits poorly it resricts his movement and gets in the way.
Personality: B'len is a quiet man, though not anti-social, he is often too deep in his thoughts to notice those around him. He contemplates many aspects of life, always wondering if there is perhaps a better way to do things, and when he finds none he gets frustrated to no end.
Without the influennce of either of his parents he was not warped in his mind as Ayabelle was. He respects amost all equally, and though he tries to sway Honuth's opinion of Diamonds and Aquas, it is to no avail.
Where his Onyx is a proud beast, B'len is not, in fact he is almost humble at times, when he's done something worth claiming, or bragging, he doesn't, often poiting the attention to another. A natural leader, he like his weyrmate is calm under stress, a product of many Turns with among the chaos of the Weyr.
Where Honuth's wit is often directed at those beneath him, who won't catch it, B'len uses his on the Onyx, or not at all. On the rare occasion he will let loose on another, though this is often durring a meeting when everyone else is being to stubborn or thick-skulled to see things clearly. B'len doesn't take pleasure out of insulting othersmore often than not he'll apologize later, even if the insults were not caught. Very responsible, once given a task he does it to the fullest, no matter what else might try to interfere. His dedicaton to the Weyr is great, as he owes so much to Vyrzen, and of course he Impressed his Honuth through Vyrzen.
B'len's pet peeves are many, despite his generally passive nature, and though he can control himself much better than Honuth, he's still far from pleasent to be around in such times. He, like the Onyx, cannot stand idiocy, the quickest way to set him off it to behave without thinking. He dislikes being praised, being the center of attention, people who thrive on atention, and people who really cannot comprehend that when he says no, he means it.
History: As a boy, Beallen never knew his mother or father, never knew he has a sister, never knew anything save for he was born in Fort Weyr, and raised by the residents of the lower caverns. He was always a serious lad, prefering to watch the other boys play while he sat alone, thinking. That so young a child spend so much time brooding silently was somewhat concerning to those who cared for him, but it never harmed him, and so it was ignored.
Life as a weyrbrat was typical, and as is common wen he came of age, he stood for Impression, twelve Turns old, and eager to ride a dragon.
There were high expectations of him, his mind was too sharp for an Aqua, and he was destined for something greater than a Jade or even a Scarlet, or so many said. They turned out to be right, for though it took many Turns, and he was at one of the last Hatchings he would be elligable for, he Impressed.
An Onyx emerged from his shell, for a moment looking typical, glossy and black, but then the light struck his wings as he unfurled them to dry, the blues and purples that were almost invisable glimmered on them, intricately brindled atop the black bade. As his head curved to survey the candidates, the red hues of it shone, and when he took his first steps closer to them, the blues of his paws. An incredible cerature he was, stunning, breathtaking.
For what seemed ages he simply stood, staring at the candidates as if wondering which would be right for him, if any. Before he could make up his mind, a Scarlet and a Copper tumbled into him, the three becomming entangled in a writhing mess of colorful bodies. A squeal from the Onyx, a hiss from the Copper, and a high-pitched howl from the Scarlet, and they were separted, the Onyx bearing a gash over his shoulder, the Copper's wings sails shredded, and the Scarlet not marked at all. With a growl to himself more than anything, the Onyx stalked into the candidates, tossing aside those who stood in his way until he found Beallen, standing near the back.
Rainbow eyes locked on blue-gray, and Impression was made, the Onyx's deep voice reverberating in the boy's mind. B'lenOwn, Honuth hungers and hurts. His sister and brother were foolish and did not watch where they tread. Feed me before I expire, now. Stuned silence filled the Hatching grounds, until the newly named B'len lifted his voice to announce the name of his dragon. "Honuth! His name is Honuth!"
Honuth and B'len went through their weyrling training almost flawlessly, their minds working together to race through lessons and earn their ranks as riders. when Vyrzen was created as a place for the mutants, B'len and Honuth transfered, being among the earliest of his color Honuth was almost a neccesity.
A few turns after they graduated, they were sent out to help several poeple of the Wher-Hall with travelling durring the day. While there, he ment an amazing young woman, the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. To this very day, he swears he loves her, and what they hared in the single day he knew her he holds dear to his heart. However, when he had a spare day a few weeks later and went to find her, she was gone. He searched far and wide for her, desparate to find her, but never did.
When finally he gave up, he went back to his life in the Weyr, giving himself whole-heartedly to it and never letting other thoughts, specifically ones of the girl, distract him. With time, even her name faded away, leaving behind with B'len only a faint memory of the girl, and Honuth frgetting her entirely.
Father: Elban (Wher-Hall; Deceased)
Mother: Yanlen (Healer; Unknown)
Siblings: Ayabelle, though he doesn't know it
Children:
Lovers:
Birthplace: Fort Weyr Weyr
Pets:
Dragon Name: Honuth
Age: 12
Color: Onyx
Appearance: A large built Onyx, stocky through the leg and chest, deeply muscled, and a very streamlined body, while slightly wide in the front his bodice tapers as it reaches his flanks, flaring only slightly for the muscular legs. His wings are long, though not excessively so, to make up for the extra weight of his larger frame, and the heavy muscles of his figure. He stands at 40', with a wingspan of 62'. He makes an imposing figure in sheer size alone, a fact which he enjoys, for often size denotes rank.
His hide is the typical glossy black of all Onyxs, gem-like, though there are some variations through the color. The base is a deep ebony, as dark as even Between while it lightens just slightly near the paws, an iridescent shade that looks like a high quality sapphire in the right light, this color is lightest on the tips of his toes, darkening back up to the knees. His wings are brindled with much the same thing, a black base with the brindling iridescent and looking blue, though a few area look purple. His head has an almost ruby sheen to it, lightest at the top of his head and deepening through as it moves along the sides of his skull and reaches his chin. This is not an abrupt change though, it tapers over the neck to reach the desired color at the tip of his nose. (Keep in mind, these variations all occur only in the right lighting, otherwise he simply looks black) His left shoulder has a small scar on it, though it has faded almost completely, gifted to him at Hatching by a sibling in an accidental tangle of limbs.
Personality: Honuth is a proud creature, to the point that he will refuse to accept help from anyone. Regal and self-assured, it is hard to look at him and not feel confident that so long as he is there, nothing could go wrong. Of course that isn't always true, but it makes this male a good choice to have around in case of emergencies. Honuth is never flustered by what happens around him, calm, able to think before he acts.
His age has worked to his advantage in many situations, for while those who are younger than him are perhaps better, in their minds, he knows otherwise. Being able to have seen so many hatchings, and being the sire of so many, he does not doubt himself or His, as time has proved them fully capable of whatever responsibility they are given.
He is somewhat contemptuous of Aquas and Diamonds, while the later may be pretty, they are still small, and not very bright of wit. Acceptance that all dragons are needed in the wings, each having a specific purpose that no other could fulfill, does not mean he has to like everyone. In fact, there are times when this Onyx can be downright ruthless. When he has taken insult to something, he can become rather dangerous, a serious threat to the well-being of many. If B'len does not contain him, the dragon will rage about until his temper fades, though never lasting long the results can be disheartening.
Honuth is highly intelligent, to the point where at times it is a toss up between who is the smarter of the pair, Honuth or B'len. The dragon always knows where he is, and for the most part when as well. He despises being forced into conversation that is dull or tedious, taking much more pleasure in highly heated debates and such. The quickest way to get this king on your side is to prove yourself smart, or at least witty enough to make him laugh. The quality he cherishes most in anyone is wit, for though beauty has it's perks, true wit is a much more rare and wonerful thing. He can have an acidic tongue when his mood is foul, though he rarely uses it, rather enjoying mocking others through very subtle sarcasm, generally a compliment that goes over the heads of others.
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