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 New Blood of Western, Western Hold Leadership Contest
Ivy
 Posted: Oct 5 2017, 11:25 PM
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Now that Lady Irohvyne has taken up residence in the south and sent for her children, Western Hold is now without a Lord or Lady Holder.

As such, we're inviting you, our players, to submit applications for the new Western bloodline. We will be accepting applications for one month, with a deadline of November 10th at 12:00pm (NOON) PST.

The Requirements:

1) The successful candidates will be a wedded pair and one of them will be of some relation to an existing Lord Holder's family. If we choose two solo applicants, you will have to decide among yourselves who will take the LH family when applying for revisions. Those of you applying together should work this out prior. This relation may be any of the major holds EXCEPT BENDEN, BITRA, CRESCENT, OR BAY as these families are already in play and would require additional permissions that staff cannot necessarily give directly.

2) Successful candidates are appropriately trained and adept in Hold management. Lord and Lady MUST be able to work well together, whatever their personal life may be like.

Future Impression

OOCly: The Lord Holder, Lady Holder, and their heir (firstborn son if he is ever PC) will be ineligible for dragon Impression. Westesk is no longer at Western but a new wher for the Hold can be acquired if desired.

ICly: There is obviously no IC way for anyone to deny a bond from happening, but the Conclave would have promised the new Lords Holder that they will be immediately deposed if they "allow" such a thing to happen. This can be very influential in RP if your Lords Holders take an active part in Hatchings.

Future Family

As a foundation member of your Lord Holder line, you may eventually be approached by players that want to be related to you. Please note while they must gain permission from you to be part of their family, they still must purchase the Familial Relation token from the Store. You cannot bestow this upon them.

Applications

You are not required to create the characters in tandem with another player - but you are definitely allowed to! So apply a Lord, a Lady, solo or team up if you like. You can even submit one of each if you really want, but understand you can't win more than one.

If you are writing a solo application, you will need to write their history up to the point of betrothal. If selected, you are expected to work with your partner to fill out their history up to present. These characters will still need to pass the normal review process.

If you are partnering with someone to submit a Lord and Lady pair, you can write up to betrothal or have the option to continue up to present, working together.

The successful Lord and Lady players will receive a free character slot. You will be expected to be available for plots and events involving Western Hold for at least one post per week (during said plots or events). Regardless of their background (which can only include one lordly bloodline from either mother or father, not both), they will not count as being a bloodline in play for any other bloodline than Western; they're renouncing their blood claim to any other Hold.

As a note: Both of these characters (Lord Holder and Lady Holder) will be Adoptable should their player ever leave.

Happy writing and looking forward to seeing your characters!


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 Posted: Oct 6 2017, 07:13 AM
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(Adding in, as an aside) -

Ujarak is currently the Steward of Western, formerly under Iroh's Ladyship; the people winning this contest, must also decide between the two of you if you are keeping him as your collective Steward, or if you're wanting someone else to help (if you end up wanting someone else, this is fine! I'll be sending him to the Weyr at that point as a possible Wher Candidate, potentially, or somesuch).

I'll need a decision on the matter within a week or so after the winners are chosen, so that I can decide what to do with him, accordingly.

Thanks!


Ujarak will be deposed from Western upon the take-over of things by the new family/him informing them of what is what and who is whom, and then going to the Weyr to take over the Archivist post.


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Captain
 Posted: Oct 8 2017, 04:07 AM
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@Ivy - Would you like us to post the applications here or PM them to staff?



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 Posted: Oct 8 2017, 08:31 AM
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Great question Cap! Go ahead and post them here please! @Captain


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Captain
 Posted: Oct 8 2017, 07:38 PM
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Here's my entry! Good luck, everyone!

((Pair App with Lord Basasius (Rhia)))

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Name: Lady Baria
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location:Crom Hold > Western Hold
Rank: Lady Holder of Western

Personality:
Baria is a strict individual with an appreciation for hard work, rules and accomplishments. She does not shy away from getting her hands dirty or working alongside her people, if the situation demands. She holds everyone around her to a very high expectation and comes across as fairly heartless because of this. At least at first.

With her dedication to hard work, Baria also harbors a love of fun and free time and plays as hard as she works. She will happily reward hard work and has no problem doing everything from leaping into a creek after a hot day to joining kids in a game of ball. She just frequently needs a push to actually go have some fun.

She is a very serious individual that frequently needs reminders that not everyone is as focused as her and that while she enjoys playing and enjoying her freetime, she will forget to take a break until someone else points out that she’s been at it for twelve hours and should maybe make time for sleep or eating.

She has a vicious temper, but rarely directs this temper at others unless they’ve gone past her strict morals. Usually her anger is directed at herself. No one is as hard on her as she is on herself.

Baria’s moral compass is very strong. She has a strong belief in right and wrong and holds very strong judgement on those that might cross over these lines. She doesn’t fully realize that not everyone has her strong views and certainly needs someone to balance her out and remind her to not be so terribly decisive and remember that there are grey areas to life.

Appearance:
Baria is fairly tall, standing just under six feet tall. She’s all leg, with well formed hips. She’s slightly curvaceous, but this is mostly because she dresses in a way to flatter her figure. Her hair is waist length, dirty blonde and slightly curly. Her eyes are a pale brown and she seems to have a perpetual tan.

She tends to wear dresses that favor Crom’s colors - Yellow and blue. This, however, will likely change with her move to Western. Her hair is frequently braided and out of the way.

Family:
Lord Barol
Lady Atria

Batrol, brother - Heir to Crom
Aroit, brother (Deceased)
(Baria)
Arola, sister (Deceased)
Batron, brother

Pets: None yet

History:
Baria was the first daughter born to the Lord Holder of Crom. Born after two brothers, she very quickly became their favorite thing to torment and protect, simultaneously. She adored her brothers and followed them around religiously, much to their chagrin.

When her sister Arola was born, Baria found herself with a friend for life and the two young girls very quickly became terrors around the Hold. They didn’t exactly cause trouble, but it very quickly proved that both girls were too cute for their own good and could weasel whatever they wanted out of the holders they served. Which resulted in the pair collecting many aunties during their childhood.

As she grew older, Baria grew into her beauty and very quickly established that she wouldn’t sit idly by while her father and brothers managed the Hold. She wormed her way into their meetings (unlike as she had done as a child, which had mostly been hiding under the table playing with toys.) She made herself be involved, learn how things were done. She knew she wouldn’t inherit, but she also knew she might one day wind up as a Lady Holder, even if it was as someone’s wife. And she certainly wasn’t going to sit by and leave them to do all the work. That wasn’t her style.

She proved better at it than Aroit, something that simultaneously pleased and bothered their father. This developed a vicious rivalry between the pair. She had no problem getting involved with their people, enjoying talking to the miners and learning their stories and their craft, even if she’d never pursue it herself. When she was 15, however, a cave in struck one of the mines and Baria found herself there on the front lines, jumping in to help dig them out. It was her first taste of death, as one of her friends was pulled from the wreckage, crushed and lifeless.

She was heartbroken, but worked through her tears. This was a changing point for her, where she decided to work closer with her people and became more involved in their lives.
They caught word of the odd happenings at Dalibor, but there was too much going on in her own life to focus on the politics and drama of a Weyr and Hold so far from her own.

The white wherry plague took her sister after she became infected after a man courting Baria gave her a gift. The loss hit Baria hard and she ended the courtship and threw herself into the management of the Hold, though she had very few places to actually participate in such a thing. She took to helping the people of their Hold, whether it was with construction or mediating arguments. Anything to distract from the loss of her sister. She focused on work, wrapping herself in whatever her father would allow her to do. If he wouldn’t allow her to help, she did everything she could think of, helping the healers when someone was hurt, helping the miners when she could, or simply organizing records and supplies. She kept herself busy.

Then Doomfall struck and took her brother with it. Finding herself suddenly thrust into the potential for actually inheriting the role of Lady Holder. Her father embraced her more than previously. And set about trying to find her a husband. Which he succeeded in.

Of course, her betrothed has to handle a fiery woman that is both mourning and relishing in her own accomplishments.


Adoption Preference: Adoption preference given to Rhia and Rii first. If neither of them want her, she can be adopted by whomever. Or kill her. Whichever.

Other: She would also request to stand for a wher of her own.



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I'm going to give this a shot as well. It doesn't hurt to try, right?
Updated 11/9
To be paired with Lord Aesir(Ruriko)

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Name:
Lady Freya
Gender:
Female
Age:
22; SP 195
Sexuality:
heterosexual
Location:
Telgar Hold ---> Western Hold
Rank:
Lady Holder
Cyanhandler

Personality:
A stubborn girl from the get-go, Freya was never one to leave a task incomplete. Even if she dislikes a presented task, it takes a lot of convincing to get her to leave it unfinished. This stubborn streak extends to her personal life as well, as she will refuse to concede an argument if she has definitive proof that she is correct. She is also known for pushing others, especially those close to her. While this may come across as mildly aggressive, she only pushes those who she feels have talent to do something if they only tried.

Her stubbornness ends when she gets proven wrong, however. She has little patience for people who can't admit they were wrong, and that includes herself. If she is proven to be wrong about something, she will apologize. Even if the proof she has isn't believed, often Freya will give up on an argument simply because she doesn't see the point of holding on to an argument. Nothing productive is gained from arguing with someone who will not recognize her proof, after all. Running a Hold means that she doesn't have time to spend on pointless arguments. Her first responsibility is to the Hold, after all.

She has a strong work ethic, living by the idea that what can be done today shouldn't be put off until tomorrow. In order to help accomplish this, she became very organized and orderly, especially where paperwork is concerned. If something important is left on her desk and gets buried under other papers, something could go wrong because she didn't see it. Her office is always in order, with a place for everything and everything in its place.

Another thing she prizes is her physical fitness. In fact, it's one of the things she enjoys doing. She enjoys riding runners, going for a run herself, and maintaining her combat skills because she enjoys the physical exertion. When she's been thinking too much, she'll run until she's so tired she stops thinking. This usually takes her a candlemark at least. This also sates her desire for adventure, a desire that she has taught herself to ignore over the turns but was never able to completely stamp out. Due to this habit of running until exhaustion, her endurance is much higher than those who don't exercise as much as she does.

She is smart. Numbers are like second nature to her now, though she often still needs to write out her equations. Writing is simple. Dealing with others of rank, however, is often less so. She secretly dislikes dealing with formalities, as one can never tell when someone is speaking plainly or if their words have hidden meaning. The paperwork may be taxing, but at least numbers and words on a page are what they are. She tolerates the pleasantries, has learned how to wear the polite mask for the other Lord and Lady Holders, but the polite smiles are never known to reach her eyes.

Despite personal feelings, Freya wouldn't risk her reputation, or that of her future husband and Hold, on anything she didn't feel was completely worth it. The Hold comes before her personal desires. Though she isn't always very good at showing it, she does care for her Hold and her people. She does have a kinder side underneath her stubborn exterior, usually for her Hold and its people.

She actually does enjoy a Gather. The music, the traders, the dancing. It's one of the few times when Freya lets herself forget, just for a short while, about all the pressures of being in charge. Sometimes she even participates in the games, though she's admittedly never been very good at most of them. One could almost go so far as to call it a childlike wonder when she gets swept up into the atmosphere of a Gather.

Thanks to her etiquette lessons as a child, Freya is quite capable of navigating the ranking courts, despite her dislike of such. It is because of her childhood lessons that reading, writing, and numbers come so easily to her as an adult. She did enjoy her dancing lessons, and even began riding for fun when she wasn't busy. Her for-fun rides happened less and less frequently as she grew, though she still misses the feel of the wind in her hair.

At this moment, the only one she has complete and unconditional love for is Freysk. Freysk chose her over everyone else who had gathered to watch the egg hatch, and stayed with her despite everything. In Freya's mind, Freysk is her one true friend.

Appearance:Freya measures in at 5'9", with a well-toned, almost muscular build, but not much in the way of curves. Her skin is on the paler side, with icy blue eyes and hair the color of a dark red wine. Her hair is kept long, falling to just below her shoulder blades, and gets frequently tied back when Freya's either working or training. Her left arm has a small set of claw marks from when Freysk accidentally mauled her five turns ago, scars that she does not take any special effort to hide. Her skin is otherwise free of scars, but her arms and face are spattered with freckles from her adventures outside her home.

Freya walks with a grace that comes from her lessons in dance and a self-assurance from her lessons in combat. Her casual clothing is usually more practicality minded, though at insistence from her parents most of her clothing is of a more expensive, higher quality material. She has several dresses and other outfits that were specifically designed for more formal occasions, from a simple Gather dress to one meant to be worn when greeting a visiting Lord Holder.

Family:
Lord Yanto
Lady Freda

Yanfre, elder brother, + 3 (Telgar Heir)
Yanda, younger brother, -2.5
Redan, younger sister, deceased at age 4

Pets:
None
History:
Lady Freya was secondborn child and first daughter to Lord Yanto and Lady Freda of Telgar Hold. As young children, Freya and her elder brother Yanfre were never very close. When Yanda was born, roughly two and a half turns after Freya's birth, she had already been turned over to a nanny.

At four, two things happened. Freya's education began, and her younger sister Redan was born. She was to be wed to the son of an allied Lord Holder, as another's daughter was to be wed to Yanfre. Her lessons at such an early age consisted of basic table manners and dance steps. Freya tolerated these lessons, though she often voiced her displeasure in numerous ways. She was just five when the first Thread began to fall, injuring her father and the Hold's Watchwher, Telgask.

Freya began sneaking out by the time she was six. She hated her lessons, and being cooped up inside. Adventuring was so much fun. It was something she enjoyed, and it let her get away from her overly observant nanny and teachers. This went on for turns, and every time Freya snuck out, she explored a little farther. Gradually, she got more and more confidant that nobody in the Hold knew who she was, despite her red hair.

She was eight when her baby sister Redan fell ill with the white wherry plague. A wherry-feather blanket had been a gift from a friend of Lord Yanto's, and it was quickly thrown out. Unfortunately, it was not soon enough to save young Redan, and she passed away despite the best efforts of the healers.

Freya knew she should've felt something, but the children had all been kept apart for most of their lives, so she had barely known her sister or her brothers. She started to act the part of the grieving sister, despite not really feeling much beyond the general sadness that came with death. Even during what was supposed to be a mourning period, she kept sneaking off. Every now and then she was caught sneaking back inside, and someone tried again to tell her how dangerous the Hold could be for her. She was the Lord Holder's only daughter, and many would jump at the chance to use her against her father. Still, she didn't understand, and continued her adventures.

Just after turning ten, Freya had gone further from her home than ever before and proceeded to get quite lost. Silver strands of Thread began to fall from the sky, and she was rescued by a member of the grounds crew after tripping over something that someone had left out and skinning her knees. They managed to get her home, and she was punished for sneaking out so often. She finally understood that there were, in fact, dangers beyond the walls, and forced herself to focus more on her studies as her brothers did.

Despite not liking most of the lessons she was given, she put her all into them. At the very least, she wouldn't give the rest of the Hold, and her future husband's, a reason to doubt her. She would prove that she could play the part of Lady Holder as well as anyone else. She began to watch her brothers when they had combat lessons, and then tried imitating them. After the first few times she was found, her nanny suggested letting her take lessons with them simply so she wouldn't accidentally hurt herself. Her father reluctantly agreed, on the grounds that a lady missing a limb was much less attractive as a potential spouse than a lady who knew how to defend herself.

The next few turns passed with relative peace, despite the Threadfall. Freya began paying more attention to what happened around Pern. Word reached Telgar Hold of the Lord Holder in the West who had Impressed a dragon, and then gone on to become Weyrleader. And then his murder. But there was little they could do from where they were.

Freya was fifteen when the Hold's Wher Telgask died, though she never learned what really happened. He was actually severely injured during Threadfall, and was unable to recover from his injuries. The search began for a new Wher, and two turns later, about a season after Freya turned seventeen, an egg was delivered. It wasn't an overly large egg, but it was expected to have at least a Brown or Brown-level Wher inside. When it finally hatched, inside was not a Brown or other sub-king or sub-queen. Inside was a Cyan, a simple fighter. Before the blood mixture could be given to her, the Cyan ran straight to Freysk, clawing her arm and drawing blood. The Impression had already formed, and Freysk regretted the damage she'd done. She tried to clean the wounds by licking them, which sealed the Impression. By the time the rest of the family realized what had happened, it was already too late. The Cyan called herself Freysk, which had not been the plan.

This Impression seemed to have been a trigger point for Lord Yanto. He became much more active in searching for a marriage partner for her, searching among all the major holds to find a Lord Holder who was willing to marry their son to his daughter. But with so many killed in both the Doomfall and the great snowstorm that later came to be known as the Storm of All Passes, no other Lord Holders were willing to negotiate until their Holds had recovered.

Freya's engagement, to one Lord Aesir of Fort Hold, wasn't settled until five turns after Freysk hatched. At first, Freya wasn't pleased at all. Why would she want to be tied to anyone else? But she finally began to come around to the idea. If she was married and moved to her husband's Hold, her parents would have no more power over her. It was her twenty-second turn, and as autumn ended and winter began, Freya began to actually feel eager to meet this betrothed of hers. And then, when she heard that she was going to be sent not to Fort Hold, but to Western Hold, her excitement soared. Not only would she be freed of her own parents, but they wouldn't have her husband's family hovering over them either. It was as close to true freedom as Freya knew she was going to get.

Wher Name:
Freysk
Wher Age:
5 - Su:12
Wher Color:
Cyan = #00FFAB
Wher Length:
6.5 feet
Wher Personality:
Freysk is believed to be almost as stubborn, if not moreso, than her Handler. This stubborn streak is what drew Freysk to Freya, instead of one of the other family members. A Handler needs to be at least as strong of spirit as her Wher, or so Freysk believes. She is not a wher who takes no for an answer from anyone, except maybe Freya. While not the smartest of whers, Freysk makes a habit of memorizing scents, and will chase down any she doesn't know. It can take multiple introductions for her to remember someone as an ally, and even longer for her to consider them worthy of trust. And if she finds force necessary, she won't hesitate to use it.

But even Freysk has her good side. She is fiercely protective of Freya, and gradually grows more protective of people who spend more time around her. She worries about Freya whenever she gets hurt, and is incredibly loyal. She doesn't care for children, at all. Little loud whiny things that just get in the way, the braver ones asking for rides... And she's not allowed to hurt the ones that irritate her, either. She also doesn't care much for felines or canines, but will tolerate the presence of a flit or two, depending.

A common trait among Cyans, Freysk does not like being bored. But she also doesn't like doing things just to be busy. If there's no point in a task, why do it? It's an odd combination of things, to be sure, but it keeps Freysk at Freya's side, rather than off patrolling somewhere or following some scent. She pretends to dislike being by her person's side, but she prefers it over leaving her alone. Who knows what would happen to Freya if she wasn't there to protect her.

But even Freysk has a playful side. Few have ever seen it, and it has become increasingly well hidden as Freysk grew up, but it is still there. Sometimes she'll convince Freya to join her in a little game, usually centered around Freya trying to find something that Freysk stole and hid, or with Freysk hiding and Freya seeking. Freya doesn't always play along.

Wher Appearance:
Freysk is a rather pretty aqua blue color, with the signature velvety feel and glossy shine to it. She has a single line of darker blue circling her neck like a collar, trailing down her spine and tail, and along the bones in her wings. Her tail is abnormally long when compared to other whers of the same size, which gives her better balance. Her wings are also larger than normal, allowing her to glide short distances and extend her jumps by a few feet. Her wings are still not large enough for anything that could be remotely considered active flight, however.

Freysk almost seems to be built like a feline, strong legs and quick reflexes are both markedly good points. She isn't overly muscular, as some larger whers are. Instead, Freysk walks with a quiet grace that silently speaks of her strength. A strength she is not afraid to show if the need should arise. Her strong legs make her fast and her reflexes make her agile. Often, this first impression makes her flaws go unnoticed.

Wher History:
The egg was rather nondescript. The five members of the family gathered round as it shook. A goblet was passed around, along with a knife, so each of them could cut their hand and add their blood to the mixture. Freya's eyes were locked onto the egg, not noticing that the goblet and knife were being handed to her until her brother grabbed her wrist.

"Hey!" she protested, yanking her hand back and looking at him. Yanfre just pushed the knife hilt into her hand, and she winced, taking it from him. "Sorry," she said, dragging the blade across the meaty part of her palm, under her thumb. Yanfre held the cup while a line of blood flowed down her hand, dripping off her pinky and into the cup. A cloth was pressed into her hand as the knife and goblet were handed to the next person, her younger brother Yanda. Freya's eyes returned to the egg. In her mind, this would be the only chance she'd get to see a wher hatch.

The egg cracked, and then fell apart. They had been expecting a Brown, or a Burgundy. Instead, what they saw was a light blue tail. A leg a nose, and the wherlet shook off the remaining shell. It wasn't a sub-king at all. It was a Fighter, a Cyan of all things. A glance at the faces around her told Freya that her parents were not happy with this. The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back with a beast the size of a small canine on top of her, and a sharp pain through her arm. A sharp scream, and a burning hunger. She couldn't think, could barely see, and the combination of pain in her arm and the hunger seemed to block out everything else.

Then the pain faded somewhat, the scream went silent, and someone helped her sit up. Another sharp burst of pain went up her arm as someone else started messing with it. A sense of worry came from somewhere other than herself, and Freya finally opened her eyes again.

Freya okay? she asked. Freya paused. How did she know who was talking to her? She looked up and her eyes locked with the Cyan's. The wherlet's eyes whirled rainbow, and Freya felt something she'd never felt for anyone before. Unconditional love and acceptance. The knowledge that she'd been chosen over everyone else gathered here was incredible. And everything about this little creature, from her extra long tail to her overly large wings, was amazing. She blinked, and Freya realized the wherlet was waiting for her answer.

"I'll be okay, Freysk," she finally responded. The indignant gasp from her mother told Freya all she needed to know. Things hadn't gone according to plan, and her perfect mother didn't like it. Freya finally realized that the person messing with her arm was in fact trying to clean and bandage the wounds. Her older brother was looking at her as if he wasn't really sure what to think. Her younger brother simply looked stunned. She looked up at her parents, her father was holding the goblet with the blood mixture. Her mother had an incredulous look on her face, and her father almost looked confused. "Looks like you're stuck with us," she told them. Freysk walked over to Freya and nuzzled her hand, which Freya used to pet Freysk between her headknobs.
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Freysk's egg was purchased by Lord Yanto and Lady Freda, as a new Hold Wher, after Telgask's Thread-related death in SM:09. There was a blood mixture prepared as she hatched, a mixture of blood from Lord Yanto and Lady Freda, as well as their three children, but Freysk ignored it. Instead, she tackled Freya to the ground, raking one of her arms with the claws of one forefoot. As the Impression began to form, she felt regret that she'd hurt this person, and in an attempt to clean the wound began licking the blood. This cemented the bond between Freya and Freysk.

Freysk's first Run was just after she turned two. She was caught by a wild Blue, and laid a small clutch of three eggs. Unfortunately, none of the eggs were viable. When Freya's engagement was announced, Freysk certainly didn't like it. Some stranger that Freya and Freysk both had to listen to? No, that just wouldn't do.

Adoption Preference: First preference to Ruin, Rii, or Ivy, and then to an active member with few ranking characters please.


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 Posted: Oct 28 2017, 06:35 PM
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Just a reminder that this contest ends Friday, November 10th at noon PST. That's roughly two weeks from now, so get your apps in while you can!


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 Posted: Oct 28 2017, 07:41 PM
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Name:
Basasius [Ba-say-zee-us]
Gender:
Male
Age:
26 - [Winter, 191st Turn, 10th Interval]
Sexuality:
Bisexual (closeted)
Location:
Paradise Hold > Western Hold
Rank:
Lord Holder

Personality:
Bas, as his name is often shortened to, is the very example of chivalry, grace, and propriety. Hardly the sort to ever lose his temper or otherwise appear undignified, he maintains all public degrees of presentation with a stalwart sense of calm collection that's seldom seen as anything else.

Brought up to be the next-in-line should his eldest brother falter or fall, Basasius's manners and etiquette are unparalleled. He is always clean and well-dressed where he can help it, not a hair out of place and not a word spared edgewise for those that might see themselves fit to slander him in any way. He holds himself rigorously to be the example to which leadership the world over is held to, and any personal opinions that are both undignified or unkind are usually held tightly behind his lips. After all, Lord Holders are an example and impression of those they command, and thus, he doesn't ever wish to paint any holdings of his in a poor light.

He has a sense of humor that tends to come out subtly; a fan of gambling, he plays this fact close to his chest, along with his bisexual state. Lord Holders are expected to only be interested in women, for the purposes of continuing their line, but Bas has had several situations where he's shared a bed with a man just as readily as he has a woman. Thankfully, his prior partners were disinclined to spill those beans and have also been paid off by his family never to do so.

He adores animals of all kinds, from the biggest dragons to the smallest critters all across Pern; he keeps a Male Icehowler named Jakol, who has been his most recent addition to the family by way of orchestrations with Dalibor Weyr. At two turns of age, the beast is well on his way to being fully grown, and he's absolutely in love with him. He frequently spends his time not at lessons or Coursing/hunting with his runners and family's canines training Jak.

A ferocious man with an equally ferocious personality, Basasius's primary purpose in life is the furthering of his line. While a betrothal has been arranged, he has yet to marry, but hopes that his wife maintains the same degree of purpose as himself. He doesn't tolerate laziness, but he's also not so underhanded to slight someone for it. He's more inclined to work them until they understand his directives, and he's been responsible for several persons being exhausted to the point of collapse before.

A ruthless politician, he has been privy to his father's orchestrations and boardroom-style meetings with Crafters, minor Holders, and Riders alike. He always tries to organize and negotiate things so that his Hold comes out on top with the greatest benefits for those who live on his lands. He gets long well with other people in positions of leadership, and will have no issues whatsoever integrating himself with a Weyr's inner workings, insofar as they aren't trying to short-change his Hold or his family.

Quick-witted and good with currency, he favors well-made things and function over form; that isn't to say he doesn't like the lavish state of anything, but he willingly is more than happy to go without himself, in order to make his wife and children happy and otherwise see to the well-being of his Hold.

He enjoys wine on a level most people will never understand, and drinks it with everything; though never to such a scale as to be intoxicated. After all, that's hardly of any benefit nor does it look suitable for a Lord Holder of any kind to be a lush.

Bas has adequate lessons on dancing, fencing and singing, though he's hardly the sort that likes to do the latter. He does enjoy dancing at Feasts and Gathers with practically anyone who wants to entertain his company, though his intended wife will always take precedence.

Obsessive about things being in quantities of three, he never owns more or less than three of anything. Three pairs of boots for formal events, three pair for working or hunting. When he's espoused, he'll be aiming for three children, but the gender doesn't matter to him so long as there's at least one boy.

He's all right with the potential of Impressing a Wher, but only if it's a male. He has no interest in female whers of any rank or kind, particularly because they have a chance of becoming gravid and having to keep a nest, and he refuses to be tied down to anything female in that state but his own wife.

Appearance:

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Standing 6'3" tall, the most prominant thing people denote upon meeting him beyond his height, are his eyes. A shocking pale blue, they contrast sharply to the black hue of his hair, which reaches past his shoulders and is considerably - but loosely - curled.

His skin varies between lightly tanned to moderately so, depending on how long he's out in the elements. He carries a man's general share of body hair, a light dusting of which canvases his chest, arms, legs, and everywhere else most men have it. He generally carries a light stubble of a beard, and is very rarely ever clean-shaven (though it happens).

Bas is built considerably, though it's whipcord muscle to a point that he appears considerably lean while clothed, unless aforementioned clothing is form-fitting (which it tends to be). He likes things non-constrictive, but understands that as a Lord Holder, he'll be expected to look presentable; no overly-loose clothing, but nothing skin-tight, either. He leans towards high-cuff boots, especially when riding; his shirts are generally open-collared and worn under well-tailored, leather-backed vests with embellished stitching and silver buttons. Silver is his favorite of all precious metals, and it's practically the only precious metal he'll wear.

He is as clean and well-kept as he can possibly manage; his hair tends to be either completely loose, or pulled back into a severe man-bun either at the crown of his head (tied with an ornate ribbon over a leather cinch) or at the nape of his neck. His favorite color is blue, with the second being oranges/yellows/reds (basically sunset colors), and he wears a copious amount of it at any given time.

Bas has a sizable scar along his right side, from a fencing spar gone wrong; it's hair-thin, but substantially long, going from mid-ribcage down to his upper thigh. It's a little bit tender, and he's not fond of it being touched. He's also shy about people standing to his right, because of it.

Family:
Basziun - Father, Lord Holder of Paradise Hold (+22 Turns)
Aisi - Mother, Lady Holder of Paradise Hold (+19 Turns)
--Basilun, Brother, Lord Heir to Paradise Hold (+2 Turns)
--Cassicus, Twin Brother (+0 Turns)
--Basilica, Sister (-2 Turns)
--Asziasi, Sister (-4 Turns)

----Zalun, Grandfather, Former Lord Holder of Paradise Hold (Deceased in Spring 13)
----Baliva, Grandmother, Former Lady Holder of Paradise Hold
---Sabivo, Uncle (+26 Turns)
---Sabizun, Uncle (Twin of Basziun) (+22 Turns)
---Bavi, Aunt (+18 Turns)

Pets:
Jakol, Brindle and White Icehowler (Male) [Winter, 15th Turn, 11th Pass]
[#A28A53, #97948C, #2B2B2B, #F5F4EF]

History:
Born a pair of twins to Basziun and Aisi of Paradise Hold during the Interval, he was the second-born to an older brother, Basiliun, who was the heir-apparent to Paradise Hold upon the ascendance of his father to the Holdership. His grandfather passed during the great 'Doomfall' event in Spring/Summer of 13, while out attempting to assist in the defense of his Hold. A considerable clump was missed, resulting in a ground-burrow that his grandfather stepped in. His body was never found, but his death was witnessed by several Handlers, and he was killed before the fire could save him.

Despite that horrible moment of history, Bas's childhood was that of any child of a Lord Holder-Apparent. He was schooled by Harpers on all matters of etiquette, dance, song, literacy, and social graces. His father was already deeply involved in politics, and both he and his brother grew up in their father's office, under his desk playing with their blocks and toys while he organized deals with other Holds for their grandfather, working with the Steward to see that his boys would be well prepared for their future life.

His lifestyle of hunting and coursing were passed down by his father, as well; surrounded by canines and runners for all of his life, he learned to sit ponies at 3 and 4 turns, and by 8 turns he was riding full-grown runners and going on hunts with his father and peers. Taught to fence at 10 turns, he began serious lessons both with that as well as a bow and arrow, and primarily uses the latter today, viewing crossbows as poor sport. He does a lot of spearfishing as well, another trait learned at a young age and honed across the turns.

Too busy for a reasonable timescale to apply to any Craft, he's never learned one. Most people, he learned, do not entertain the craftspaths, as there are only so many Holds to entertain so many people.

A poor sparring match with an opponent who disliked him at age 14 resulted in his scar; he was badly wounded in the event, and the boy whose sword pierced Bas's side was disciplined, though it was ultimately decided to be an accident - regardless of true belief. For this reason, Basasius refuses to ever entertain liars or cheats.

He watched and learned along with the rest of his Hold when the Pass began; very quickly, the necessity of Dragonriders and Wherhandlers was known, and never more urgently did he see his father involved than when the death of his grandfather came to pass. The untimely demise was a point of contention among his family, though publicly the transition was smooth. The news of the loss of Western's Lord Holder to assassination by the former Weyrwoman was never more ill-received, and his father was one of the most vocal calling for a re-betrothal of Lady Irohvyne of Benden to another suitor - notably, his eldest son. However, Irohvyne stepped down, and took her sons with her to Grove Weyr's Tuana Hold; a move that Paradise has long disputed as legitimate, given there has been no word of her remarry. With the newer Hold left vacant, the clamor for Leadership and new Blood to overtake has been raucous, and with great pleasure did his father volunteer him. Bas willingly allowed his name to be placed in the running, with the understanding that he would be espoused before official overtaking of Western was established under his helm.
He has never met nor seen his wife, but looks forward not only to the conjoining of their partnership, but the children she is destined to give him, and the righting of what he quietly views as so many wrongs incurred under inadequate - if not downright rebellious - leadership and control. Lord Weyrleader. Pah. In his opinion, any Lord Holder who would willingly betrothe himself to a Dragon, and leave his Holdings in favor of such otherwise corruptible power within the walls of a Weyr, is of no sound mind nor capacity to continue to hold his true rank.

In his opinion, Irohvyne's misbegotten children should be put to the sword, in the case that they, themselves befall the same fate as their father. He would never bind himself to a dragon, but a wher - in certain conditions - could prove useful to the Hold as a whole.

As such, upon succession and coronation as Lord Holder of Western, Basasius set out for Western with his three most prized runnerstock, Jakol, a collection of hunting canine stock to be interbred with his beloved Icehowler upon a bit more age, and an excitement to meet his new wife.

Adoption Preference: ADO preference given to Captain and Rii; if neither of them want him, he is to be killed off or entirely rewritten. HE DOES NOT LEAVE DALIBOR WEYR as far as sites go - this character belongs primarily to ME, and then to the SITE. Any other use elsewhere is strictly forbidden.


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Wingsecond





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Name:
Aesir
Gender:
Male
Age:
25, WI:192
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Location:
Fort Hold > Western Hold
Rank:
Lord Holder, Journeyman Harper, Greenhandler

Personality:

Aesir is not much like the rest of his family. While they were all content to follow the rules and never question matters, Aesir, who was perhaps possessed of the most intellect of the siblings, if not the family, questions everything. Due to an extremely bright mind that is easily bored if not kept entertained learning new things or always being on the go, the young man found himself in much trouble throughout his turns. Charming, extremely charismatic, silver tongued and someone with a sense of humor who enjoyed pranks and manipulations, he certainly saw to it that his parents and siblings were kept on their toes. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. That is the way of the young man's thinking. If something can be thought up, it can be tried. If it can be tried, it can eventually be succeeded at. Aesir's mind is perhaps his greatest asset. He can solve problems with a different outlook that others might not see. There is no black and white for him, and there is never only one side to a story. He looks at things from all angles, making decisions based on what he feels is the best outcome for all involved--or himself, if it really comes down to it.

Aesir loves attention. Being a Lord Holder with all eyes on him is the perfect idea of a fine life to the man. The finer things in life he loves, and because of his keen mind, he will see to it that his Hold prospers, so that he might also. To be fair, he is clever and wants the admiration and love of his people. To him, nothing is greater than praise, the sound of applause, and being seen for the true genius he feels he is. In a way, this benefits the Hold immensely. He will find any and all ways to make sure his Hold is prosperous, that all are cared for and happy. His reputation and being respected matter to this man. He will not see people saying he is not just and fair, and that he is not doing is job. He holds himself in a high regard, and everything he does, from the way he speaks, to the way he dresses and carries himself, to the way he does not tolerate anyone speaking ill of him--and doing whatever is required to see this never happens--speaks true to this. He wants to be admired, and to be what others strive to be like.

As he is always out for himself, so he is out for his Hold. He might be perceived as a coward for knowing exactly how to play into what others will fall to--he may be passive aggressive if needed, or seem to be backing down. He may be ruthless, cold, dangerous seeming, and aggressive if that's what it will take to achieve the ends he or his Hold needs. The truth is that he never quits, and never backs down. He is no coward, but if it takes someone believing he is as a means to an end, he will do whatever it takes. With a sharp mind and extremely long memory--he never forgets faces, names, or things he learns--he is a force to be reckoned with, even though he will downplay until the last minute if it means striking the final, crucial blow. He is extremely good with managing marks and things such as keeping inventory and finding ways to increase income for himself and his Hold are very important to him. He makes a point to save and make his marks work for him, keeping on top of what is in highest demand, what is needed, and new ways to bring the marks in if they are not at a place he deems above satisfactory. The idea of being poor or having his Hold suffer in any way relating to it is unacceptable to him.

Extremely social and extroverted, the charismatic Aesir gains the favor of others easily. He knows well the minds of others and what makes their inner workings tick. He can fit into any crowd of any kind, from Weyrleaders to drudges, with the same ease as he can recall a tale, telling it to perfection and even embellishing upon it. He does like stories, and has no problem with adding bravado to any ones involving himself. He will always paint himself in a good light, hating to be undermined, disrespected or looked down upon. He has a temper that is carefully guarded, rarely will it ever be seen unless he wills it to. He is in some respects a selfish individual, for everything he does, while it benefits others, he does to benefit himself as well.

He enjoys a good time, and has a good sense of humor. Playing pranks and tricks on others is something he relishes, as well as flirtations, a good drink, a game of dragon poker, or especially a feast or gather. He likes to be where things are going on, and having a good time. The idea of marriage is not one that sits well with him. He does not want to be married, and yet since it is going to happen, at least hopes for an very interesting match--hopefully one that he can work with, and who sees him in a favorable light. Preferably pretty, and generous in the furs, too. If not, he is certain there are likely ways around that that they can both be amicable to, and still work together to make their hold prosper. Unlike his close minded, traditional family, Aesir is quite open-minded in regards to such matters as polygamy, or open-relationships. Why should anyone be unhappy if an arrangement or agreement can be reached, after all?

Aesir's father was very intent that his sons should learn everything an educated, well versed Lord Holder would know how to do. Writing, reading, studying, etiquette, handling marks, things applying to formal events such as dancing, how to fight with knives, short swords, fists, shoot with a bow and arrow, hunting, riding, entertaining guests...if it was something the man felt that his sons should know, they learned it. Aes learned especially well, picking up on everything with a speed and flair that had both his brothers envious of him. There was little the man could not do, and do well. Due to his agility, he was excellent at anything involving movement and hand-eye coordination. He could outfight his elder brothers, and even sing in a way that was enviable. Still, there were obviously things he was not fantastic at. Cooking and baking, his mother tried to teach him but he'd not the patience for and burned everything. He didn't really care for hunting much, yet preferred it if canines or weasels were involved. While killing out of necessity was one thing, Aesir didn't particularly like to employ the power to do so otherwise, even if he did not mind causing pain if it would benefit him, or especially causing emotional and mental damages. He could be quite ruthless if someone wronged him or his family, his tongue sharper than any sword. Tearing people apart was something he was quite adept at, if need be.

Aesir has a love of books and has read so many scrolls and books that he is a veritable wellspring of knowledge. He wishes to have a large library of his own, someday, and employ archivists to travel all over Pern to obtain what manuscripts and scrolls they can to copy for his library. He also has an extremely good eye for runner-flesh. He enjoys riding, and has aspired to one day have a fine animal of his own. Still, given the circumstances, the fact he even has a wher is enough at the moment. When it comes to flirting and romance, he can be a true romantic. He is the sort to arrange lovely outings, bring flowers and pretty gifts, and dote upon objects of true interest...or would, if anyone had ever truly interested him. He has yet to find a person whom can hold his attention very long at all, and so he has been around some, needless to say. Still, that has always taken a back seat, even to learning and entertaining himself otherwise.

It was because of this love of learning the Master Harper begged his parents to allow him to apprentice Aesir. While his father agreed, since the boy had no other real prospects in his mind, his mother did argue for a time against it, until Aesir convinced her that it would only increase his chances of success and gaining a position of higher regard for himself. The truth of it was that he was bored, wanted something to do, and learning delighted him to no end so that learning to be a Harper--a craft in which he would learn to utilize his ability to charm, be charismatic, speak to people and gain yet more eyes on him--was something he felt would benefit him to no end. Learning, to Aes, was always a benefit. The more knowledge he could have, the more he sought.

Aesir is used to not having to envy people, and yet envy and jealousy as well as bottling until he explodes will be Aesir's greatest flaws he has to overcome. He will always likely be envious, used to, as he is, to being the one to be good at everything in comparison to his brothers. He likes being the center of attention. He likes to get what he wants. He can be demanding, but since he is usually used to charming his way or talking his way into getting as he pleases, he will have to have self control when he discovers that it will not always work this way. As with any individual, there is a process of growth and learning as he ages that will see him the better for it.

Appearance:

Aesir stands at a respectable height of 6'2". He may have broader shoulders and a decently broad chest, yet his form is lean. Long of limb, he is very agile and his muscles, while very apparent when unclothed, are hidden beneath clothing that presents a tapered form. He keeps his hair long and it seems to naturally slick back, perhaps the natural waviness and slight curl at the ends of it keeping it so. The color of his hair seems, for all intents and purposes, to be black. Yet often when he has been in sunlight for long periods, it looks like it could be a dark, dark brown shade. He is not typically handsome. His face is angular with sculpted cheekbones, and a very angular, strong jawline, chin and nose. His complexion is very fair, quite pale in appearance. No one can deny he has beautiful eyes--a startling, clear sapphire blue that literally seem to sparkle in the light. This is perhaps his best feature--save his smile. When Aesir smiles, his whole face smiles in an expression that can, for some, sway emotions towards him. He has a generous mouth, though his lips are a bit thinner on top and more filled on the bottom. His forehead is prominent, too, though his hair is thick and he has quite a full head of it. Some will find him attractive, perhaps. Yet most will find it is his charismatic personality that attracts most.

Aesir seems to prefer black, dark greens and browns, and brass or gold metals. He dresses for the occasion, very fashionable and with boots that come up the calf, long coats, and in a style that he knows catches the attention of those around him. He is very much aware of how to dress for success, as it were, and for attention.

Family:

Aegir (Father, Lord Holder of Fort, 52)
Seriona (Mother, Lady Holder of Fort, 49)
Aegeon (Brother, Deceased)
Aerion (Brother, 27, Heir to Fort Hold, bluehandler to Aeriosk)

Pets:

Name: Hela
Species: Firelizard
Color: Green
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Age: 8 turns
Clutch: N/A

History:

Aesir was the third and last born son of Aegir and Seriona, Lord and Lady Holder of Fort Hold. The event was perhaps not so momentous as the birth of their eldest son, Aegeon, for he was firstborn and would inherit the position of Lord Holder should his sire pass on. Nor, even, as the birth of the second born sun, Aerion. He would never inherit the position of Lord of Fort Hold, since there were not one, but two, brothers before him. Still, it was an event nonetheless, with a feast held to honor the Lord and Lady's new son. It was one of the coldest, snowiest winter days that anyone could remember, the day Aesir was born. There was a severe snowstorm that, though only lasting two days, was bad enough to be recalled in relation to the day of the boy's birth. While his father and elder brothers had blond hair, Aesir had the darker hair of his mother, Seriona. Even at birth he had so much hair, he was often mistaken for a girl child.

Even though it was never thought that their last born child would become Lord of a Hold, his mother insisted that he be taught the same as his brothers. Aegir agreed, since he felt it would offer his youngest son the best chance at a prosperous life, teach him responsibility, and how to do right by his parents. While it became clear very early on just how clever and intellectual their son was, he was also the least responsible and most rebellious of the three sons. Perhaps it was because even from the time he was only five turns of age, he knew that his brothers were held in a more important light than he was. His eldest would be Lord Holder. Should anything happen to him, then it fell to his next eldest brother, not himself. He felt he had more to prove, so far as showiness, and proving he was smarter, faster, and better at everything than his two brothers.

Perceptive, the child weaseled his way into the favor of everyone he was to meet. He might have not listened so well as the others, yet his father, at least, was more lenient on him because he knew that it was, in his mind, less important for his youngest to be as well behaved as he might be, for he would not inherit anything whatsoever. It it not to say Aegir was ever really lax on the boy. No, he still held him to high standards and all his boys saw the back side of his hand on their buttocks should they misbehave too much. His mother held all three sons to the same regard, since she believed that leaving any stone un-turned--such as the possibility her youngest son might one day lead their own or another Hold--was a poorly thought out choice. Perhaps it was from her Aesir inherited his political, logical and 'always plan a few steps ahead' way of thinking.

Even as a child, the boy strutted around like a proud whersport, in his fine clothing and knowing that, as he was still son of the Lord Holder, eyes were on him. In his lessons, though, he was brilliant. The boy had a mind like a sponge, and once a thing was learned, it was never forgotten. The Master Harper who taught the Lord's sons insisted that he would be a Harper to be envied, if he could have him as an apprentice. This was when the boy was only eight turns old, and his mother disagreed. His father felt that there was nothing to lose by it, and they ought to let his youngest son do as he pleased in that regard. After all, he had no prospects elsewhere, at the time. His mother disagreed, and so it was until Aesir was ten, and convinced her that becoming a Journeyman would place him in a more respectable position. One where his prospects would only grow, not be hindered. His mother caved to his logic--even at ten he was managing to talk his way into getting what he wanted! Still, it was, to be fair, simply because the things he bartered for made sense, and that there was truth in his words.

Because it was Fort Hold, the Hall was very near his parent's and brother's home. Their one insistence had been that the training he was receiving from his tutor prior--all the 'Lordly' things he ought to know to do, as his brothers did--be continued. The boy had no free time, his tutor being given a room at the Hall to reside in, paid for by the Lord and Lady. When he wasn't working at Harper business, he was being taught by his tutor. He kept late hours, and slept less than his peers. Still, he hardly cared. It was one of the best periods of his life, for he was popular, the Masters at the Hall recognized his skill and talents, and eyes and hopes were on him to do well by the Master who had pleaded for his admission. He was by no means the best apprentice, yet he was certainly among them. His primary strengths were in the diplomatic and political aspects. In the part of being a Harper that involved gathering information, being well-spoken, charismatic and able to read people. He was intelligent and learned quickly, and his memory...that was an admirable thing indeed.

He had many friends among his peers. He was popular and a natural leader of his group, making sure he was careful to never make them jealous of him for being a Lord Holder's son, often downplaying his strengths and position to gather their favor. He made it sound a if his was almost a pitiable existence--that his brothers had had it all, while he, Aesir, had been sent to the Harpers because he had no hope of advancement back home. Yes, he spun a fine tale, and it was believed since whatever he spoke, he was always careful to have a ring of truth to it so that it could not be said to be a lie. He had short-lived relationships that were kept secret from his Masters and parents--more like flings. Mostly with girls, but then also with some of the boys, after he was sixteen turns of age. He was not the most attractive as a teenager. Had he not been so charismatic, it is likely he would have fallen victim to some bullying. He was tall, gangly and all sharp angles. The young men and women he experimented with were clearly drawn to his charisma and charm, for it was not, at that time, at all for his appearance. Aes always dressed in a way that flattered any bit of decent appearance he had then. This surely helped him at that time, for he loathed to look in a mirror and see his own face. Only his eyes and thick, black wavy hair were attractive to him--and likely to most others. His skin was so pale that it made these two features stand out starkly. Still, compared to his brothers, who were very good looking young men, he felt horribly unattractive, and his vanity was hurt much by it at that time in his life.

Instead he chose to focus on his strengths. He was intelligent, he was charismatic, he was capable of so much more than simply those with more pleasant visages were. He hoped he might grow into himself, and yet by the time he was ready to walk the tables, he had not yet. He was eighteen at the time, naturally. He was such an apt apprentice that he might have even walked earlier, yet he did have a habit of procrastination and rebellion. Plus, he liked to play tricks and pull pranks, so his maturity was not quite the level the Masters wanted to see a Journeyman at when he was only sixteen. For his graduation from apprenticeship, the Master who had recommended him when he was only eight gifted him a small firelizard egg. It hatched into a lovely emerald green with distinct black markings. He named her Hela. Hela was a delight to the young man. At first he feared her color would make her less intelligent than her larger kin, and yet she proved to be clever, quick to learn his desires, and as interesting a little pet as the young man could have hoped for. At his parent's insistence, he was kept at Fort for his Journeyman station.

The years as a Journeyman were still intermingled with his grooming that his brothers received. That was part of the deal his mother had made with him, and he kept his promise to her. As a Journeyman, though, he had more freedom. He could teach the children of the Hold, provide entertainment, travel to other places to gather information...yes, his life was a fine, fine thing indeed. Yet it was while he was at Benden during a wher hatching--something his parents had forbade him doing, since they did not want to risk any of their sons Impressing or bonding to any creature, that things took a turn. It was not as though Aes was not aware bonding from the Stands happened. Not at all. The journeyman simply wrote it off as the percentage of likelihood being so low, it was worthwhile to attend these hatchings as they were large, exciting events he enjoyed immensely. He had been doing so for four turns without incident, and planned to keep doing so. In truth, the idea of Impressing a dragon, that risk and the possibility, excited him a fair bit. Yet he was twenty-one and nearly aged out, and the idea he toyed with for amusement had nearly died off with the aging out. What he did not ever picture was the bonding of a wher from the Stands.

He had been attending with his older brother Aerion. He'd managed to convince the young man to come along with him so they might drink some good Benden wine and enjoy a couple of days away from the Hold. Neither had known there was to be a hatching. His brother had argued with him that it was a poor idea to attend. Aerion in no way wanted to bond accidentally. He steered clear of hatchings altogether. Even though he was twenty-three and aged out for dragons, he wanted no risks whatsoever. The brothers sat and had a few glasses of the good Benden wine Aesir had promised Aerion, and then they got to talking when the call came that the wherets were beginning to hatch. Of course, Aesir managed to convince his brother that the percentage chance of it happening to him--of a stands bonding to Aerion--was so, so low, that it might as well be considered an impossible thing. So the brothers attended. For Aerion, it was his first hatching. It would be his last, and the last one for Aesir for some time, too.

They were actually quite inebriated, the pair, when all of a sudden, not one, but two whers began making their way up to the stands. The brothers laughed and joked about it heading in their general direction. Yet at least one of them, Aerion, began to panic when it became clear that the whers were not just heading in their general direction. The blue and green whers were heading in a beeline, drawing nearer and nearer, to the young men. Aerion tried to get up but stumbled, managing to fall on his backside just as the blue latched itself onto its leg. Meanwhile, Aesir, too busy trying to help his brother up, was bit on the arm that reached down to give him a hand. Not one, but both brothers were suddenly bonded to the blue and green. The 'near impossible' had happened to not one, but both of the Lord Holder's sons.

When the boys didn't come home, their parents came looking for them. Not a day that was soon forgotten in Benden when the Lord and Lady learned what had befallen their two sons. Their mother demanded the whers be culled, and the boys come home immediately. Both sons argued against it, though it was Aesir who did eighty percent of the talking. They all sat down with Benden's Alphahandler and Betahandler, with the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman, and also the wherlingmaster. It was many candlemarks before the Lord and Lady Holder finally agreed to let the boys stay at the Weyr and graduate wherlinghood before they were to come home. Yet under no circumstances were they to stay at Benden. Their tutors were to be given accommodations at the Weyr, and they were to be allowed time to continue their studies applicable to Lord Holders in training. Since Benden did not wish the whers culled, all of this was agreed to readily enough. Still, it was also made clear that no other special accommodations would be made for the young men. They were to do all that the other wherlings did, and receive no special treatment. Aes and Aerion weren't really pleased, but at least Aesir was used to having to be an apprentice for eight turns, and there hadn't really been any special treatment from the Masters at the Hall.

They were wherlings still when 'Doomfall' occurred. Safe in the Weyr, and not upon dragonback so that they ran the risk of being killed fighting, it was still a nightmarish event. The deaths were substantial all over Pern. Aesir did not lose anyone, since at that time his only friends were among the wherlings. Yet back home, at Fort, there were many deaths of people he and his brother had known. The tragedy of it all caused the brothers some grief for many days, though Aes did bounce back more quickly than Aerion did.

Aerion might have been extremely fond of Aeriosk, but it was harder on the young man than it was his younger brother. He blamed Aesir for dragging him to the hatching, even if that blame was halfhearted, due to the fact that he himself, arguably, always allowed his younger brother to drag him into his mischief. That, at least, was nothing new. Aes, meanwhile, relished in having a wher of his own. Now he'd not one, but two green dragonkin, and delighted in Aesisk as he had in Hela--perhaps more, for she was also intelligent and cunning for a green, and as queenly to him as any gold. Aesir didn't enjoy the harder work that came with being a wherling, but it was during this time that he found he could work his body so that he bulked up and grew strong. He was twenty one when he bonded, and his face had been growing into itself the past two turns. By the time he was graduated from being a wherling, he would look in the mirror and tell himself he was a handsome devil rather than merely an unattractive creature. Yet that graduation did not come easily. Here he was truly treated as an equal. Instead of admiration being given easily for his intellect, a few of his fellow wherlings scorned his brother and himself being spoiled and the sons of a Lord Holder. Aesir had to change his game up yet again. He used the same pitiable story about how, as the youngest, he had been given less favor and, because he'd been an apprentice eight turns, he eventually received at least some friends among the wherlings and weyrfolk. It was a challenge, though, changing people's perceptions of him. He still was taught by his tutor, as was his brother. Most of the candidates were younger than they had been, and only one other, a brownhandler, was close in age to them, Illidan. The trio soon formed a group, though. They became inseparable. Though Aes was often bored and caused some trouble with pranks and mischief, and Aerion was not happy to have to go through the rigorous wherlinghood, both brothers graduated. The wherlingmaster and Illidan were sorry to see them go, but the agreement had been made. The brothers headed back to Fort Hold with their blue and green whers, and a feast was held to welcome them back--Aegir so liked his feasts, after all.

By this time, Aesir was twenty-two turns of age. He was able to continue on with his craft, which he'd had minimal time for as a wherling who was also continuing working on new and old things with his tutor. By now the things were in depth. Political situations, diplomacy, philosophical discussions, and finer forms of fighting such as fencing. This would continue until the brothers were twenty-five turns of age, and deemed ready to be Lord Holders. At this point, though, Aesir felt it was a waste. He did it because it had become interesting at this point--it was always learning, which he loved. The advanced learning even more so. Despite his wher, his being a Journeyman, having Hela and the advanced tutoring, Aes began to feel an unsettled sort of feeling. He had quite a few flings during this time, seeking for a thing, but not knowing what. He would soon discover, once he'd thought about it for a few seasons, what that thing bothering him so was: he had no certain direction. He was a Lord Holder's son who was being groomed for a position he would never have. He was a greenhandler, but not part of a pride, and with no room for advancement. He was a Journeyman, but he was still at the same Hold, and it was growing dull being in the same place. He wanted to be stationed elsewhere, and could have done, but his parents were so against it, and in some way, he still wanted their praise and pride in him. He had already lost some of that with the fiasco with the whers.

He was twenty-five, grown into a man that was known as intelligent, charismatic, charming and talented. He was still nothing, however. He longed to have the possibility to rise somehow. He was tired of being so limited by his elder brothers being simply born before him. He had, in the past turn, grown envious of their positions above him. Aerion didn't even really want to be a Lord Holder. Aegeon did, and so did Aesir. Now that Aegeon was thirty, there was even more talk about him taking over the Hold when his father was ready to retire. True, it would perhaps not be for another good while, yet...but his father wanted to give the Hold to Aegeon when he was sixty-five, so that he and the Lady Holder could be absolved of the responsibilities and enjoy their older years doing what they wanted, still living in comfort and yet without the stresses that came with running a Hold. Aesir thought himself far more capable of the position than Aegeon. Aegeon was not as intellectual, and that was a fact. He was a good man, and he would be a good Lord. Yet he was not a brilliant man. He did not have the same charisma as his younger brother, Aesir. Aesir thought he could do a better job, and yet he only made clever comments about it that undermined his brother and painted himself in a brighter light. His mother knew what he was doing, and had a 'talk' with him. He was the youngest born, and even if Aegeon were not to be Lord Holder next, their second eldest would rightfully obtain that position. Frustrated, Aesir began to try and think of ways he could rise in life, and not simply stay stagnant. He already planned to work towards his Mastery. Yet that would not gain him the comforts and level of attention and pleasure that being a Lord would. So it was understandable that when Western Hold was looking for a new Lord and Lady, he was ready to jump into offering himself as a viable candidate for the position. Fortunately for him, his clever mother and well-respected father were on board with this. They had seen their son was getting restless, and his envy of his elder brother was becoming more and more apparent. Of course he always had Aesisk's backing. The green, too, wanted more. At the side of a Lord Holder, she could have an enviable position among her kind, could she not? In a sense, she would be a queen in her own right.

It was shortly after his agreement that the plague found his older brother. Aegeon had been building up relations with other Holds and Weyrs, and he was at Grove, a newer Weyr, when it was brought back with those who had gone on an expedition. Though Aesir had always thought his brother strong physically, Aegeon succumbed to the plague, which left Aerion in line to be the Lord Holder of Fort Hold next. The brothers and their parents and many at the Hold mourned the passing of the eldest son. It was especially hard on Aegir, their father. He had favored his eldest, that much was fairly apparent to everyone. With him gone, it was as if the man aged turns in a mere sevenday or two. His wife was much worried he would not recover from the loss. Aegir would never be his old self after that, but he would at least come to terms. He stated he would retire his position at sixty now instead, placing a lot of pressure on Aerion, who had, once again, never wanted to be a Lord Holder to begin with. Aesir at least tried to offer him some consolation. They'd both be Lords, wasn't that grand? His brother tried to convince him to take over at Fort, but they both knew it would not be allowed by their parents. They were very hidebound and traditional. Aerion was the next eldest, so he would be Lord once his father stepped down.

Meanwhile, in regards to the position at Western, there were strings attached--and they were strings that gave Aesir pause. If he wanted to be the Lord Holder of Western, there would need to be a Lady Holder. An arranged marriage. It was the last thing Aesir wanted, and even Aesisk was not best pleased by this prospect--at all. Some woman he had never seen? Still, he was far more open-minded than his traditional parents and family. Fort was known for being hidebound. Yet Aes never had been much like any of them. He was not. He determined that just because they were married in name, and had to work together, did not mean he had to love her, or even bed her save maybe to get her with a child--and once he was Lord, he'd just see about that. Things were able to be manipulated. Change was always possible. He could always have more than just her, or perhaps they could both have other people and merely function together as a team to run their Hold successfully--with him in the true lead, of course. She was needed to get where he wanted to be. So he agreed: marriage to Lady Freya in return for being Lord Holder of Western. Besides, weddings were such fun, were they not? For once he wouldn't even have to crash it, since it would be his own!

Wher Name: Aesisk
Wher Age: 5 turns - Spring, 12th Turn, 11P
Wher Color: Green
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Wher Length: 6'

Personality: Aesisk is very much true to her color. Expressive and possessed of very strong emotions that range widely from day to day, she is a force to be reckoned with. Aesisk will always support Hers, no matter what he does. To him, she is loyal until death do they part. Still, she has very strong opinions and readily shares them with Hers. This wher acts like the queen she feels she is. She carries herself like one, speaks to others like one, and refuses to be disrespected or looked down on. Quick witted and wanting to be seen as intelligent not only by Hers, but by others, Aesisk listens, and listens well. She hates the broken speech of whers. How they are often seen as 'less' than dragons. While she cares little if her own kind speaks as a wher is born to speak, in herself it seems intolerable. She has worked long and hard to make herself much more clear, and to garner respect for herself and refute the impressions many have of whers as being a lesser species.

Proud and fierce, like many greens she is a fearless creature. She will not hesitate to fight any creature of any size, even knowing that she does not stand a chance. Still, she is not stupid about it. She is smaller because of her color, and she will utilize this fact. She is more agile and capable of rushing in and out. She has watched Hers practice fencing and fighting, and watched other species do the same. She pulls in a bit of method from every fighter she has ever seen, and it makes her a far more tricky and formidable opponent than if she had not done so. Yet in her position, thus far, there has been little cause for fighting. Thus she's turned her mind to aiding hers in all his pursuits.

Aesisk is, like hers, prone to envy and flurries of wild emotions. Unlike him, she does not bottle them, but expresses them freely. She speaks her mind, and will act if not controlled--and makes threats that are clearly in no way idle if allowed to have her way. Hers reigns her in tightly, but also delights in her trouble, as it does amuse him so. Still, because of his position, he will keep far tighter reign on her if need be, not allowing her to take undesirable action against others. As she has aged, she has grown wiser. She is learning to mimic hers. She is learning the power of words, and charm. She is learning to manipulate, and to be seen as what she would be seen as without needing to lash out with fang or claw. She is not friendly with others, unless she deems it useful or necessary. Her only loyalty is to Hers, after all. What he says, and wills, she will do.

Appearance: Aesisk is, like hers, leaner in build and thus very agile. Her muscles stand out but she looks much like a conditioned canine--lean and whipcord, everything well defined but not bulked up like a larger color would be. She is a lovely shade of mid-green,
with darker green and black markings that form interesting shapes and stripes on her body.
Her wings are more than adequate for fine gliding, and the undersides are a dark black.
Her tail is very long and whip-like, her claws black and her fangs sticking out over her lower jaw, giving her a more intimidating appearance overall.


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 Posted: Nov 20 2017, 09:02 PM
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Congratulations to the new leadership of Western, Captain and Rhia!

You will be expected between you to fill out your histories from betrothal, through marriage, up to taking up leadership at Western. You must decide between you which of your two has a lordly bloodline - per contest rules, only one can be from a Lord Holder's family.

Please submit your applications in the Character Registration forum when this is done and they are ready for review!
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 Posted: Nov 20 2017, 09:35 PM
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I'm confused, now. I thought that Lord Holders could not marry a non-blooded Lady Holder? In order to keep the bloodlines 'pure' so to speak?

Edited to add: Unless of course you're talking about the whole renouncing connections of one of the spouses to their home hold, in which case a.) doesn't the male usually maintain his anyways, and b.) don't they both technically denounce their hold ties as far as claims go, in order to both maintain the establishment of bloodlines for Western?



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 Posted: Nov 20 2017, 09:47 PM
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If you're first in line, yes, you're more likely to be matched with another Lord Holder's family for the alliance - however, after that, a son or daughter may also be tied to a family based on wealth (i.e. a wealthy holder or one with a lot of land/goods) or other political power (such as family of master craftspeople).

Edit: This is separate from renouncing the ties and it's so we're not defining multiple lord holder families within the same contest, when other players may wish to bring a bloodline into play.


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 Posted: Nov 20 2017, 09:50 PM
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Okay, I think I understand - basically you guys are just wanting one of the people in the pair to basically renounce that they have any claims to the Hold they sourced from, in the case that things don't work out with their current betrothal and they can't then jump ship from Western and go back to X Hold to remarry and become a Lord Holder elsewheres, that they have to stay where they are and remarry, thus making sure Western won't be left without a bloodline again?

In that case, Basasius will happily revoke his claims from Cove, and give his wife that right, so long as people don't basically use that as an excuse to go "lol you scrub now you have no heritage trololol".

Edited: Question answered - ty Rii! <3


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