Brownrider O'rien
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Lotrien is to the left, Tigon is to the right of the picture.


Description

Lotrien looks fairly young for his age, which is quite the accomplishment considering how young he actually is. He has short-cropped, somewhat choppy, dark hair that's not quite brown, though likewise not quite black. His eyes, in stark contrast, are a gentle, Peridot hue - an interesting if unusual color for their sheer brightness . His complexion is near permanently tanned due to living out his every day in the tropical paradise known as Ista, but it's a light tan that tends to lend more color to his skin then darkness. He stands at roughly around 4'5 and weighs just shy of 90 pounds soaking wet.


History

Lotrien is a weyrbrat, through and through, but not actually in the traditional sense of such. His parents actually had very little to do with dragonriders and their various trades. His conception was an uneventful one, beyond the standard definition of 'they met, they got drunk, they got funky'. His gestation and birth were significantly more impressive, and considered by two at least to be rather inconvenient. For one, Lotrien was not one of one child, but one of two. His mother, a master weaver on vacation in resplendent Ista, found herself, at the ripe old age of 38, carrying a pair of babies that she would later dub Tigon and Lotrien.

Lotrien and Tigon's father, a trader with connections between Ista Weyr and nearby holds and crafthalls, was actually absent during the latter portion of Argela's pregnancy, and returned only a month after the birth of his identical twin boys. Identical, as it was quickly becoming apparent, to the very letter. It should be enough to make any father proud, and indeed Toruuc spent that night in celebration and drink. But that pride wasn't enough to cause him to set down roots in Ista Weyr, or any other stationary home, and so a month later he left with his caravan on their return trip through the area.

Lotrien and Tigon's mother arranged to be posted at Ista Weyr for a short term, while she recovered from a rather difficult, if mostly uneventful pregnancy, and reared her infant boys. After staying in residence at Ista Weyr for three Turns, her boys were turned over to the nannies present at Ista Weyr. They were adopted into the Weyrbrat lifestyle with flare, and mother Argela left, returning to the WeaverHall to continue her craft.


Family

Name Relation Location Position
Argela Mother Weaver Hall Master
Toruuc Father Traveling Trader
Tigon Brother Ista Weyr Weyrbrat

Firelizards In Order of 'Arrival'

Green Chesney

Description: Serene greens, evocative of the shadowed foliage cast by trees in some ancestral glade, drape themselves over this curvaceous green firelizard. Tranquil forest greens, just barely kissed by the gilded touch of the sun, sweep and sway over every last inch of her earth-motherly self. Her eyes are wide and forever seeking, slow-whirling and rarely prone to distress or anger, while the rest of her features simply seem to enhance the look of a benign being that just happens to be a firelizard. Freckles of much darker green dot her cheeks and spill down her neck, while deep green vines twist and twine between her neckridges and tangle themselves quite thoroughly around her limbs and the length of her tail. Pale green blossoms bloom upon her haunches and spill along her tail. Talons of earthen brown complement the rest of her, rooting her solidly on the earth even as her wings in all their transcendental green wonder promise her all the wonders of the skies above.
Chesney is banded in the colors of her owner's home.
Chesney is 0 Turns, 0 months, and 4 days old and is 6 centimeters in length with a wingspan of 11 cm.

Brown Pip

It would be impossible to call this brown 'plain', even upon first glance. From sharply angled head to short tail, he's not the same color from one claw-width to the next! A rich shade of burnt brown moves down a long, angular muzzle and smooths down his neck a ways, while an offwhite streak streams across each eyeridge and back across headknobs, then a seperate starts right beneath his eyes and dashes down to the edge of his jaw. The burned, blackish shade of his head recedes to a soft, loamy brown along the underside of his neck and chest, gradually speckling out to the smooth tawny that envelopes his belly and hindquarters. When not extended in flight or mantling, his wings are still handsome; near-black streaked through with both a darker shade of tawny-gold and off-white in thin, varied lines. But when they are extended, they are a sight to behold! The 'sail between the first and third fingerbones, stretching over the second, is shaded in a remarkable pattern, invisible lest he splay his relatively short, rounded wings. Tawny-gold stretches over the sails, marked by bold black and sienna in two notable patches on each wing; one is vaguely half of each, smack in the middle of the gold patch, and one, along the first fingerbone, is mostly sienna-russet. Wings spread or clasped at his sides, either way, this young fellow is quite distinctive.
Pip is banded in the colors of his owner's home.
Pip is 0 Turns, 6 months, and 8 days old and is 50 centimeters in length with a wingspan of 83 cm.

Bronze Kiddo

If you've ever felt frustrated with a situation you cannot fix, it will be simple to understand the source of this egg's coloration. Bitter grey clouds dominate what might have otherwise been a startlingly cheerful egg, raining on an already blue parade. Calignous to a fault, there doesn't seem to be any redeeming qualities to the sullen storm, just a jaded hopelessness reflected by matte charcoal depths… Yet where hazy silver rains do not touch, brilliant shades of cerulean and sapphire spiral and spill over this ovoid's shell. In some spots, a delicate prussian blue has splashed like the patterns on the wings of a bright VTOL, while in other areas cyan and teal appear to form a spritely coursing river, glimmers of sunlight picking up in the right lights. So much potential, so much hope, so much to look forwards to… it's just a shame that it will all go to waste in the face of neverending gloom.

Brown Geordi

Unremarkable, earth brown, this well-proportioned brown firelizard seems, at first, to be plain. His head-knobs are a deep matte black, the color scrawled onto his hide in tight curls. What really sets him apart from other firelizards, however, are his eyes, which totally lack the jewel tones that tell of emotions. They are completely and forever white and sightless.
Geordi is banded in the colors of his owner's home.
Geordi is 0 Turns, 0 months, and 19 days old and is 14 centimeters in length with a wingspan of 23 cm.


Dragon

Wherever I May Roam Brown Nazeryth

Helter-skelter, with an extra dash of hell, this lean brown's appearance clashes and clangs with the subtlety of a bell toll. On one side, he is a veritable Adonis, hide rolling forth with glints and sparks of deep mahogany. Unabashed spars of wulfenite use his ribs and joints as their matrix, the sheer vivacity of the coloration giving him the illusion of a shine, impossible though it may be. Beauty, however, comes at a price. Rust and amorphous stones begin to eat away at the brown's glory, seeming to pit and pock his hide where hard, rugged 'ridges connect to his spine. Stygian tendrils seep like magma into his very pores, a dark crystallization that is both inevitable and undesirable. Contrasting with the fulvous wulfenite, carnelian-toned pitticite mars only one sinewy shoulder, creeping up the leading edge of his colossal wings like some sort of brand. Beneath this maelstrom of color, it's nearly impossible to tell that this dragon will always possess the angular near-emaciation of a born fighter, but narrow-lidded eyes and an ultimately stark jawline will forever lend him an intensity that cannot be denied.


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