Description
Standing at a rather short 5'6", R'oo could hardly be thought imposing with an unremarkable build, slender muscles knit together to be neither broad or thin. He's not bulky, but he is solid thanks to the rigors of rider physical training. His face is a rather long oval, crowned with shaggy dirty blonde locks and matched on his chin with a short, thin goatee. His pale pink lips break the space between goatee and equally sparse painter's brush mustache. His long nose is rounded and down-turned at its tip. Predominantly light grey-blue eyes are off-set by a slight ring of darker blue around the edge of the irises. Lashes are barely noticeable, and like the rest of his facial hair, his eyebrows are narrow and thin. He has a broad brow etched lightly with worry lines. All in all, rather plain.
R'oo wears a pair of khaki trousers with cargo pockets at the knee and a belt which dangles loops for a variety of different items that can be secured there depending on the necessities of the day. He wears a cream tunic, tucked into his pants, overlaid with a khaki vest festooned with pockets, not unlike one a fisher might wear. Around his neck is a leather thong that wraps around a circle of wood with small words burnt around the edges. On his left wrist he wears a two-inch wide braided flat-leather band. On his feet he wears a pair of worn brown wherhide boots. Whenever outdoors in chilly weather, R'oo adds a thigh-length charcoal jacket to the ensemble and black scarf around his neck. On R'oo's shoulder is the unmistakably unique brown and black knot of Weyrlingmaster, with badges to indicate Fort Weyr and Coatyl Wing.
History
Edrosayen was born to greenrider Rosaelia of Fort, and bluerider E'dyin, also of Fort. His parents had impressed in the same clutch and become an item as soon as weyrling rules permitted. They had three children together, of which Edrosayen was the second, before going their separate ways. Between the two parents who never settled down again, Edrosayen has at least half a dozen half siblings, not counting flight babies. As a child, Edrosayen was lively and engaged. He was very social with siblings and other littles, though had the habit of taking apart any toy with a mechanized bit just to see how it worked. It took him time to learn to put things back together once he'd taken them apart, much to his parents' frustration. Like many weyrbrats, he was raised at least in part by the lower caverns staff and anyone who thought to teach him something. Emotionally, he was cheerful and situations like his parents splitting up never really seemed to bother him much.
As he grew older, he began learning from the residents who spent most of their time repairing or improving things around the Weyr. His parents briefly considered apprenticing him to a craft, but Edrosayen's short attention span made them decide it was the better part of wisdom to let him pursue whatever interested him at the Weyr. Edrosayen was never much bothered by the necessity of chores; it was just another part of life he had always known. He spent free hours with siblings and lending extra hands to the nannies. Due to his short stature, which never seemed to equal up to his peers as he gained turns, Edrosayen became extremely competitive, to a rather over-the-top level. Everything is a competition and he feels he has to be the best and is a sore winner and loser.
Growing up in the Weyr he became very close to one of the other littles, a girl named Kasiela and they were childhood sweethearts. Childhood sweethearts turned into teenage sweethearts and teenage sweethearts traded being sweethearts for being parents. Through Kasiela's pregnancy, distance arose between the pair and this greater 'growing up' experience brought them eventually to the conclusion that they didn't want to get married or even have a permanent romantic arrangement. But the baby was coming either way, and so when Edrosayen was sixteen, he became father to a son, Kaedyn. With the way of Weyr life, this changed his life very little, though he was around often to help Kasiela out as she needed. He'd been living at the Weyr, continuing to help out with the fixer-uppers and nannies up to this point, until the day he was searched.
Edrosayen had just finished fixing something in the kitchens and was being rewarded with a well-deserved snack when a conversation with Weyrlingmaster Meo lead to an interesting proposition. Seems that her brown saw fit to ask him to stand for the clutch, and Roo agreed, conditionally: that if he stood and didn't impress, Meo owed him a date. (Log: [http://edrosayen.livejournal.com/6125.html]
Candidacy held a lot of surprises, not the least of which was finding his lifemate, bronze Zephryth, on the sands. Weyrlinghood was no walk in the park with a lifemate as energetic as Zeph proved to be, leaving R'oo running after him more often than not. It also took time for the pair to come to some understanding of just how much head-space they actively shared; no one's truly prepared for a full-time roommate inside their heads, R'oo least of all. He graduated and was tapped into Thunderbird Wing, spending time learning search and rescue techniques and putting them into practice.
The gossip mill works in mysterious ways. Some incidents that aren't the least bit scandalous spread like wildfire, and others that are truly juicy somehow slip through the cracks. Well, until someone brings it up months later and then it takes on a life of its own! One such long-past rumor has surfaced and it might just explain why Fort's #1 homebody has blossomed into a world traveler in the last turn.
It seems that R'oo's luck at evading the wagging tongues of the old aunties has run out. To anyone that pays attention to the changing of knots and badges, that R'oo briefly wore the strands of an AWLM when Vidyazath's first clutch was hardening. Why he changed back to the wingrider's knot and Thunderbird badge was never common knowledge until now.
It seems that a pretty candidate from Nerat Hold was removed from the running a sevenday prior to when the eggs hatched for "medical reasons." And with that sort of gossip, it's no wonder that R'oo's change back to wingrider went unnoticed by the gossip mill. Lo' and behold eight months later the former candidate's "medical reason" came screaming into the world. Some say R'oo was holding the girl's hand through the long labor only to dash from her bedside when the babe was born. The less informed say fear of fatherdom, and the more— well, anyone who saw the baby could certainly see that there was no fatherly connection here. Shortly after, or so the rumor goes, "words" were exchanged between the stoic Weyrwoman and the severely inebriated bronzerider and things "did not go well."
Since then, R'oo's been a ghost at Fort, there to complete his duties in only a "satisfactory" manner and then away from the Weyr whenever time permits. Is it a self-exile or simply the only way to avoid a weyrwoman with a gaze that wilts flowers and footsteps no one hears coming? Either way, it's about to come to an end. What brought all this to the attention of the rumor mill is the blow out argument that took place in the children's cavern between R'oo and Kasiela (mother of his 7 turn old son) where the nuts and bolts of the whole debacle came to light.
Rumors now say that the candidate accused R'oo of fathering the child and R'oo was complicit in this deception, maybe - some theorize - to get himself removed from the task of keeping the young dragons in check. Once it became obvious that R'oo wasn't the father, there were dues to be paid for lying to a friend - who, as it would happen, was also "the big boss." Through threats and tears (Kasiela's), R'oo's evidently agreed to stop fleeing the Weyr every time he's not on duty, so his familiar face will soon be seen about again.
Since then, the man's been jailed for drunk and disorderly, tore the prison down, rebuilt it with a crew of volunteers, and has been strong-armed into sobering up thanks to Weyrwoman Galina. In conjunction with that, Vidyazath saw fit to promote R'oo and Zephryth to Weyrlingmaster. Who knows how long that will last?
Logs can be found here.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position | NPC? |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Rosaelia | Mother | Fort Weyr | Greenrider | Yes |
| E'dyin | Father | Fort Weyr | Bluerider | Yes |
| Brosnan | Half-Brother (-13 Turns) | Fort Weyr | Weyrbrat | Yes |
| Kaedyn | Son (-16 Turns) | Fort Weyr | Weyrbrat | Yes |
Two full siblings, and 6+ Half-siblings (to be added as they come up in RP).
Firelizards
R'oo's firelizard fair includes: Browns Nails and Screws, Green Nuts, Blue Bolts, and Bronze Flange.
Brown Nails
Alien Concepts of Abstraction Egg
Well, it's sitting there amongst the other fire lizard eggs, so it's an egg too, right? Perhaps it's the shape. Not quite oblate or circular, and yet close enough to avoid any clear classification. Maybe the color? In direct light, it looks off-white, but from another angle, it looks gray. Abstract labyrinthine lines might be spotted here and there, but they are elusive. However it's examined, whatever the object is, seems to almost scream 'Not An Egg'.
Anywhere But Rational Brown Nails
He is an abstracted construct of void-dark browns, built heavily and with a broad barrel of a chest that's most often puffed out. His stride is measured and cocksure, his every movement purposeful even if that purpose is impossible to discern. His head is oft-held high, his nose being a touch larger than it ought to be and lending a prideful air to his mien that's only exacerbated by the aristocratic curvature of his eyeridges. His neck is short, crested by a series of low-slung neckridges that are kissed with celestial carnelian fire; the ashes of that blaze are writ in faint, whorled ash-silver patterns that sprawl out across the fathomless umber of his wings. Heavy haunches are flecked with ethereal goldstone, scintillating sparks agains the darkness that promise illumination that never fully comes — those sparks grow in intensity along the length of his tail, only to end in an abrupt burst of copper static.
Clutch Credits
This clutch's theme was two-part in nature: the eggs were based on cards from the Rohrig tarot deck and the firelizards were based on sins and virtues. The cards were chosen to complement the sin or virtue. This firelizard's card is The Hermit, a card that symbolizes someone who has grown abstracted and strange from the rest of society; the Hermit is one who seeks his own path. His sin is pride, which further plays into the Hermit — for the Hermit cannot do as he does without some measure of pride at work. The rest of the personality is simply a suggestion; take or leave what you wish to!
Unpredictable. That single word can sum up this brown's behavior. When you think he'll fly, he sits, and when he should be sleeping, he's hunting. Whatever he's doing, this firelizard doesn't seem concerned in the least with conforming to any standard of normal'. Yet for all of his lack of concern for the thoughts of others, you may find him concerned with yours. In all things that he does, he is prideful, and wants, maybe needs you to be proud of him as well. While he will frequently disappear for periods of time, when he returns to you, he will want not only your attention, but your approval as well.
Egg donated by: Tenebrous
Egg Name: Galina
Egg Desc: Tenebrous
Hatchling Name: Galina/Tenebrous
Hatchling Desc: Galina
Hatching Message: Tenebrous
Other Tweaks: Galina
Brown Screws
Fingers on Fire Egg
This egg is primarily a matte slate gray, with glossy black cracks running through it, and at regular intervals running horizontally around the circumference are lighter gray lines, precise and even. Clustered in a perfect circle around the wide bottom of the egg are five dots - red, yellow, blue, orange, and green. More dots lay on the lighter gray lines, vertically placed at irregular points over their color counterpoints, and getting smaller the farther away they travel.
Hatch Message
It's the dots on the bottom that break first, followed quickly by the other dots, and soon enough the shell is riddled with small holes. Soon after, a wiry brown body breaks out of the egg and falls, exhausted, to the sand.
Tiny Hero Brown Hatchling
Everything about Tiny Hero Brown Hatchling is long - long neck and tail, long body, long limbs and wings, even the digits on his paws are long. Something about the way his upper neck ridges are shaped seems wild and untamed, which is only reinforced by the way he carries himself. He knows exactly how cool he is, and it shows in the cocky tilt of his head, in the jaunty way he walks, and in the daredevil way he flies. His hide is a medium brown, entirely covered in fine light tannish lines that travel from nose to tail, and somehow have the look of gitar strings.
Clutch Credits
The clutch theme was Video Games. For Fort's Candidacy 2010, every candidate gets an egg. Yours was inspired on the video game well known in the recent years of gaming, Guitar Hero. Enjoy. Egg/Desc by M'lo.
Dam: Green Florinis
Sire: Bronze Scarter
Final Length: 54
Green Nuts
Mostly Dangerous Egg
This egg is a kind of odd orange-yellow color. Almost perfectly round, tiny darker spots litter its surface. One spot at the bottom is more beige, one at the top more green. Truly, it seems innocuous, but there's something quietly sinister about it, as if it's waiting for just the right moment to strike.
Hatch Message
Mostly Dangerous Egg emits a giant crack on par with a dragon egg when it hatches. CRACK! Then a second almost as big. Then the first crack finally appears, then a tiny yellow-green nose. Claws appear next, pulling the egg open the rest of the way.
Just a Little Different Green Hatchling
Lithe, green, and graceful is this firelizard, but the green is only really green on her paws and wingspars, her back, head, neck, and tail are covered in a giant sheen of chartreuse that melts down to true green. Dainty toes prance across the ground, but she's even more graceful in the air, each wingspar tipped in silver. Every movement is perfectly planned and careful. But something monsthrous hides within this spirit of grace. Perhaps her exit from the egg caused the wound, perhaps it predates that auspicious moment, but long gash of scar tissue runs from between her headknobs, down and around her neck and across her chest and stomach. Every trace of color is abset from it, as if she were scarred to her very core.
Clutch Credits
The theme for this clutch is two-fold. First and foremost it was based on the characters of the television show Firefly and the movie Serenity, specifically Serenity's crew. The eggs, in turn, were based on fruits or vegitables that reminded me of the characters either by flavor, visual, or association on-screen.
Mostly Dangerous Egg is the most dangerous fruit ever discovered by the Fort knot: the grapefruit! Truely dangerous, though entirely inanimate, grapefruits have been known to damage riders, weyrfolk, and computers alike!
It will come as no surprise to those familiar with the characters that the character I mentally associated with the vicious grapefruit is none-other than River Tam. Beautiful, but deadly, River was experimented on by the government due to her mild psychic powers and turned into a true psychic (or at least so we believe by the time Fox cancelled the series *fistshakes*). Additionally, she is a gorgeous dancer (her actress was originally trained in ballet, not martial arts), which translates into a truly deadly fighter with the augmentation the government provided. Graceful above all others in flight and deadly when provoked, truly River Tam is the grapefruit of Serenity's crew.
Dam: Gold Poison Ivy
Sire: Bronze Rin
Final Length: 44
Blue Bolts
Braving the Tempest Egg
Wispy swirls of ceil band the shell in fuzzy swatches resembling laden clouds, the circle gradually tightening into a cohesive maw that reveals azure infinity beyond its grasp. Jagged streaks of indigo rend across the surface like lightning in a spray of fragile lines, lending an almost cracked air to the egg, as if the occupant were only moments from being flung free by the storm's force.
Clutch Credits
Dam: Green Kali
Sire: Brown Yeshe
Final Length: 49
Bronze Flange
Soaring Skies Egg
Rich cerulean has been diluted and thinned with a smidge of austere white, only to then be streaked on this egg in broad strokes. The patterning is irregular at best, with blotches and streaks of paler blue drifting across the smooth surface like so many clouds.
Hatch Message
Not even the freedom of the Soaring Skies Egg is enough. A shrill cry can be heard the moment claws rend that confining illusion open and an Aristocratic Aerialist Bronze hurls himself forth into the world.
Aristocratic Aerialist Bronze Hatchling
There is a certain pride to this bronze firelizard, though that might just be implied by the odd hook of his nose that gives him a beak-like appearance. His chest is just a bit larger than it ought to be, his wings just a little wider … and the whole of him just screams of a creature that's meant to be on the wing. Syrupy shades of maple are laced through with just enough gold to make him shine, while subtler tones of brown sketch out strange, feathery patterns that only truly manifest on his wings. The illusion of feathers is brought out with oil and while in flight, elusive and brilliant. All color is stripped down to bare gold midway down his limbs to leave his long talons bare.
Clutch Credits
Leave him to tend to the skies and he'll adore you forever and eternity. Hunting will come naturally to him and he'll be an easy one to train to roust vermin or other small critters from any place that has them. Generally quiet, he is capable of ear-splitting shrieks when alarmed or irritated, so you'd do well to avoid setting him off.
The inspiration for him was an eagle and is purely that: an inspiration. The personality laid out is yours for the taking, tweaking, or complete revamping! Enjoy!
Dam: Gold Reconciliation
Sire: Bronze Consequence
Final Length: 58
Egg and firelizard by Galina.
Dragon: Bronze Zephryth
Brief:
Description: Small bronze, brandy colored.
Personality: Mish-mash of Captain Jack Sparrow, Indiana Jones, and Han Solo.
Please see the full run-down on Zeph's page, found here.
