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|The source of the disappearance discovered, clean-up efforts are being undertaken to restore the coastal ecosystem. Seafood stocks are slowly recovering. A new clutch of 'dragons' has hatched, too--but they aren't as expected...
Welcome to The First Weyr, a canon Dragonriders of Pern RP set in the First Pass! Check out the links to the left and right to learn more.
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Posted on: Jul 26 2017, 08:32 PM
Full Name: Ariel Flanagan
Nicknames: Ari (usually goes by her nickname)
Age: 24 (16 at Landing, born month 10)
Occupation: Marine biologist/student, Candidate
Origin: Newfoundland, Canada, Earth
Played By: Saoirse Ronan
Appearance: With a soft expression and a curvy and slender build, Ari is a very pretty woman. Her hair is light brown and usually short, though sometimes she lets it grow out a bit. She prefers to wear dresses and skirts when it’s practical—she's be fond of shorter dresses and skirts especially (the thought that it would send her mother into a fury fills her with spiteful glee). She has light blue-grey eyes and fair skin. She’s fastidious about her appearance, and takes care to make sure she is always clean and presentable.
Personality: At first glance, Ari doesn’t appear to be much of a rebel. She’s generally friendly and polite. One might brush her off as unassuming and ordinary at first—
--but Ari has a very fiercely bold and rebellious streak that isn’t immediately obvious. She is very determined. She’s willing to work hard, and she’ll stubbornly try to get through or around any obstacles in her path. While she prefers not to jump straight into fights, she’s a clever woman, and she’ll find more indirect—but perhaps more effective ways—to get her way. She has a slightly dark sense of humour that nonetheless gives her a certain charm. She doesn’t always show it, but now and then she says something strikingly perceptive that hints at her true colours.
She is quick to jump to conclusions about others, and she doesn’t like to change her mind once she has made it. Coupled with her tendency to assume the worst, well—enemies come easily to her. Ari isn’t a bad person, though: she has a good heart, and she wants to do right by others. She’ll do her best to stand up for another person if she thinks it’s for a worthy cause. She’s generous and kind, and if someone really needs her help, she isn't going to turn a blind eye.
She’s sharply critical, but of herself too—perhaps surprisingly, she doesn’t much like herself, even if she gives the impression of confidence. Ari is an embittered and pessimistic person, but one with a strong heart; she needs to remember how to be positive—and how to like herself if she wants to get through life.
Injury Permissions: Nothing permanently damaging
If I leave the site or become inactive... Kill off or retcon
Posted on: Jul 28 2017, 11:47 PM
Age: 1 year
Appearance: Sleek and swift. A light, muted blue, almost silvery in colour, with a light belly and a darker back. The undersides of his wings are a brighter and darker colour that takes on a lovely blue sheen in the light.
Personality: Playful, clever, and friendly. Always eager to make new friends, and loves to play tricks on others.
Posted on: Feb 4 2018, 01:11 AM
retconned and adopted with permission from Corgi
Valath; the Przewalski's Horse Gold
Name: Valath (vah-lath)
Hex Code: #d9a642
Age: 0 [h. 09.08]
A small, lean and wiry gold, Valath is all tough muscle. Everything about her is angular, efficient, strong. She will never be as enduring as bulkier queens--and she will never have the agility of a smaller dragon, but she will be capable of swifter dives and nimble movements that her other golden sisters may struggle with. With a long, convex snout, a relatively short, thick neck, a squat body, and stocky limbs, she is definitely not the prettiest gold. Yet there is something striking about the blazing look her eyes have, and the smooth, careful way she carries herself. Even as a hatchling her movements will stealthy, hinting at power hidden behind the contours of her body--like a lioness on the hunt.
Her hide is a dull tan gold. It is darker and more saturated around her shoulders, fading out to a paler colour on her flanks and tail. Her nose, legs, tail, and the dorsal side of her wings are dipped in a dark brownish-black, resembling points. A partial dorsal stripe runs down the anterior half of her body, fading into the base tones of her hide before reaching the tail. Her belly and the ventral side of her wings are a pale cream; the same creamy tone highlights her nose and eyes. Most distinctively, faint striping is present on her limbs, fading out from the dark points; it gives her a wilder, more rugged look--especially compared to her fellows.
Arrogant and brash, Valath will be immediately recognized for her spirit and fiery temper. She is first and foremost a warrior: a gold with all the fighting ferocity of a green, she is determined to lead the charge into battle against Thread with a mighty roar. Outwardly, she doesn't care that her hide isn't as flashy as her other golden sisters: she is proud, noble, and defiant. She doesn't like to follow orders--she is her own boss, and if she can't be left alone, she'd prefer to be everyone else's too. She will grow to be territorial, never liking to have too many golds sharing the same space as her: she will always want to have a certain amount of solitude. Valath's trust is hard to earn, and she has a solitary streak; it will take her time to learn that she can work with others--not against or for them.
She cares fiercely and intensely for her rider, and though she may often butt heads with her rider, she does so with the fundamental desire to make both of them better and stronger. She believes she deserves respect, but she also believes she must work to earn that respect: she desires skill and strength from the both of them. It would be wrong to assume that Valath is in any way cruel, even if she can be ill-tempered and isolated from her clutchmates. She is a fighter, and she is determined that she will do her part to help with the destruction of Thread, too. Seeing those she cares for fall to harm is admittedly a blow to her. Her boldness is admittedly far less directed than Chioneth's, but with time, she will begin to grow into a sense of chivalry--a desire to be honourable and protective. She will become a knight-queen: at the forefront of the battlefield, guiding those under her charge and fighting herself. If she sees someone in trouble, Valath will leap in to help without a second thought--even if she grumbles about it later. She'll encourage her rider to do the same.
There is a frailer side to Valath that only her rider will see, and that is how her harshness can be applied to herself. As bold as she seems, Valath has moments of weakness and worry--fears that she can never be enough, that no one could ever appreciate her. She knows she isn't as immediately stunning as some of her sisters, or as striking, or as strong--and that will haunt her. Her rider will need to reassure her, and show her that it's alright to relax--that she does not need to take everything onto herself. That she is just as worthy as any other dragon, and that she doesn't need others' approval to be worthy. Valath has a surprisingly soft, affectionate side that shows only to her rider, too; she will always be a warm presence by her rider's side--and as loud and brash as she is, Valath can be caring and soft when she must be. She will always be gentle with her clutches, if a little less invested in them than some of her sisters. And while her independent nature means she'll never be overbearing or protective like some of the other dragons are with their riders, should her rider ever be in danger, Valath will be right there to protect her.
Soft-spoken, yet with a venomous edge that suggests something waiting, poised to strike. When angered, her words seem to whip and sting, howling with a terrible fury--like a desert storm.
06: Fractured Egg