Post by T'laes of Omnijith on Mar 8, 2009 12:46:08 GMT -6
Player: Azazel
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Name: T'laes
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Dragon's Name: Omnijith
Rank: Bronzerider; Wingleader; Weyrleader
Fighting Wing: Fire Storm
Appearance: Standing at 5’6”, T’laes isn’t exceptionally interesting on the eyes. He’s short for a guy, but he seems to grow three feet as soon as his mouth opens. He’s loud, and near constantly got a sour expression upon his face. He keeps a short trimmed beard, though it’s almost never “scruffy” and his hair is also very short, though well-kept as much as he as has time for. On the rare occasion that he is actually smiling, honest joyous smiling, it’s likely because in the back of his mind he’s been making fun of someone, but his blue eyes shimmer over rather than keeping their cold appearance. T’laes has good teeth, and pale skin which sunburns far too easily for his liking. He walks with an even stride, chin always up and militant. His knots are always proudly displayed, and while he “looks down” at no one, he doesn’t require them to look up either. He expects to be stared straight in the eye and addressed before anyone speaks to him, and he often does the same, often giving off a brash air about him. Personal space doesn’t exist in his world, but he does respectfully refuse to touch others, not even for something like a greeting. The most of a greeting people get from T’laes is a grunt and his eyes sweeping them up and down for errors in their appearance, no matter who the person is before him. Everyone has to prove their worth to T’laes, and first impressions mean a lot.
T’laes finds appearance to be important, and so he always dresses in the best of the clothes that he has left from her personal weyr having been completely flooded with magma. He has bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, which is noted only by him being slightly more grumpy than usual, nothing special by far. He is, mostly definitely, always like that. With appearances so important, it’s no wonder T’laes is deeply upset by the injure he incurred during the eruption. T’laes has been permanently damaged by a rock which fell from the sky at him. Feline-like reflexes had been drilled into him, shown by his muscle structure, so when a small rock on fire came flinging at him from his place atop Omnijith when the eruption took place, he moved to grab at it only to have the flaming rock slam into his left elbow. The pain was momentary before the feel of between came over him as he tried to catch his breath from the poison all at once. He never blacked out, but his arm is now in a sling. There’s talk it may need to be amputated if it becomes infected, but T’laes won’t let the healers near it to see.
Personality: Hands down, T’laes is not nice. He barely manages to pretend to be nice, at that. Half of his time is dedicated to sarcastic mockery, the rest of his time is spent on bluntly either reprimanding someone or ignoring them. T’laes doesn’t often let himself have fun. He’s got massive problems with maintaining relationships that are romantic, so most of his time he vents his tensions through the dragonriders. T’laes may as well be a drill sergeant. Even so much as seeing a rider not wearing their knots of rank earns some absolute punishment from him, usually laps about the ‘bowl, and if he’s particularly feeling irritable, while shouting about how they don’t deserve to have a dragon if they won’t proudly display their rank.
T’laes is, however, a respectable leader in that he shows a lot of honor and pride. He takes good care of his wingriders, and he expects them to take good care of him in return. He takes a lot of time, and spends almost all his waking hours making sure that the people he’s in charge of are people he trusts in the skies, trusts with the lives of others and himself. T’laes tends to come off rather annoying since he constantly expects 110% from everyone. The man loves order, loves to have control, and only then can he ever relax. Since the eruption – well, he’s not going to stop being uptight for quite some time. He swore to Benden that the project would go through, and it blew up in his face. Under two simple principles, he’s not willing to admit failure and secondly because Omnijith refuses to leave the eggs on the Sands.
T’laes just has one goal, ever: success. There’s no halfway mark that he runs into and doesn’t try to jump. He’s stubborn, and his pride is both his weakness and his strength. The only sense of humor he tends to allow himself to have is sarcastic, and well – high strung is the definition of his behavior.
Mixed in, however, with all the bad aspects to his public face, T’laes does have good in him. He’s not modest, and he’s blunt but he isn’t apathetic. He does feel sympathy, even if he doesn’t allow himself to show it, and he takes other’s pain as his own personal failure. While he obviously wasn’t crushed when the Weyrwoman died, Omnijith was – and Omnijith is one part of himself that makes his arrogant face crack. T’laes is the kind of person who dreams that if he dies, it’ll be defending something or someone he loves. T’laes wanted to be a dragonrider because it meant honor, it meant a history of success, a history of order. In every way, T’laes was made for his bronze, and his bronze was made for him.
History: Nobody ever believed T'laes was going to be a bronzerider. Maybe a bluerider, but not a bronzerider, and then that fateful day had come when his lovely Omnijith burst from his egg and found him just seven turns ago. T'laes had stood several times before, had walked away upset that no dragon had wanted him, but the day he Impressed Omnijith had made everything worth it. Only - T'laes let Omnijith get to his head and his ego seemed to inflate the larger that his dragon became.
It swelled even more when he was chosen to go settle Canaulia, and as soon as he became Weyrleader he started grating in that he enjoyed the power with a sense of greed. He was shoving everyone around but the Weyrwoman, who personally had never liked him to begin with, but their dragons had mated, and well, that's just how things went.
In fact, when Canaulia died, T'laes's opinion was "Well, at least she wasn't pregnant", particularly regarded as a terrible sentiment while he took it as a bit of relieving knowledge. To make up for this, it was he who volunteered the Weyr to be named after her, however, and he's currently going rather nuts within the chaos that is reconstructive versus watching babies.
Pets: Pets? There's no time for that.
Best Reached: PM "admin" account if this one is not logged on. Cbox is often back-read as well.
Name: T'laes
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Dragon's Name: Omnijith
Rank: Bronzerider; Wingleader; Weyrleader
Fighting Wing: Fire Storm
Appearance: Standing at 5’6”, T’laes isn’t exceptionally interesting on the eyes. He’s short for a guy, but he seems to grow three feet as soon as his mouth opens. He’s loud, and near constantly got a sour expression upon his face. He keeps a short trimmed beard, though it’s almost never “scruffy” and his hair is also very short, though well-kept as much as he as has time for. On the rare occasion that he is actually smiling, honest joyous smiling, it’s likely because in the back of his mind he’s been making fun of someone, but his blue eyes shimmer over rather than keeping their cold appearance. T’laes has good teeth, and pale skin which sunburns far too easily for his liking. He walks with an even stride, chin always up and militant. His knots are always proudly displayed, and while he “looks down” at no one, he doesn’t require them to look up either. He expects to be stared straight in the eye and addressed before anyone speaks to him, and he often does the same, often giving off a brash air about him. Personal space doesn’t exist in his world, but he does respectfully refuse to touch others, not even for something like a greeting. The most of a greeting people get from T’laes is a grunt and his eyes sweeping them up and down for errors in their appearance, no matter who the person is before him. Everyone has to prove their worth to T’laes, and first impressions mean a lot.
T’laes finds appearance to be important, and so he always dresses in the best of the clothes that he has left from her personal weyr having been completely flooded with magma. He has bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, which is noted only by him being slightly more grumpy than usual, nothing special by far. He is, mostly definitely, always like that. With appearances so important, it’s no wonder T’laes is deeply upset by the injure he incurred during the eruption. T’laes has been permanently damaged by a rock which fell from the sky at him. Feline-like reflexes had been drilled into him, shown by his muscle structure, so when a small rock on fire came flinging at him from his place atop Omnijith when the eruption took place, he moved to grab at it only to have the flaming rock slam into his left elbow. The pain was momentary before the feel of between came over him as he tried to catch his breath from the poison all at once. He never blacked out, but his arm is now in a sling. There’s talk it may need to be amputated if it becomes infected, but T’laes won’t let the healers near it to see.
Personality: Hands down, T’laes is not nice. He barely manages to pretend to be nice, at that. Half of his time is dedicated to sarcastic mockery, the rest of his time is spent on bluntly either reprimanding someone or ignoring them. T’laes doesn’t often let himself have fun. He’s got massive problems with maintaining relationships that are romantic, so most of his time he vents his tensions through the dragonriders. T’laes may as well be a drill sergeant. Even so much as seeing a rider not wearing their knots of rank earns some absolute punishment from him, usually laps about the ‘bowl, and if he’s particularly feeling irritable, while shouting about how they don’t deserve to have a dragon if they won’t proudly display their rank.
T’laes is, however, a respectable leader in that he shows a lot of honor and pride. He takes good care of his wingriders, and he expects them to take good care of him in return. He takes a lot of time, and spends almost all his waking hours making sure that the people he’s in charge of are people he trusts in the skies, trusts with the lives of others and himself. T’laes tends to come off rather annoying since he constantly expects 110% from everyone. The man loves order, loves to have control, and only then can he ever relax. Since the eruption – well, he’s not going to stop being uptight for quite some time. He swore to Benden that the project would go through, and it blew up in his face. Under two simple principles, he’s not willing to admit failure and secondly because Omnijith refuses to leave the eggs on the Sands.
T’laes just has one goal, ever: success. There’s no halfway mark that he runs into and doesn’t try to jump. He’s stubborn, and his pride is both his weakness and his strength. The only sense of humor he tends to allow himself to have is sarcastic, and well – high strung is the definition of his behavior.
Mixed in, however, with all the bad aspects to his public face, T’laes does have good in him. He’s not modest, and he’s blunt but he isn’t apathetic. He does feel sympathy, even if he doesn’t allow himself to show it, and he takes other’s pain as his own personal failure. While he obviously wasn’t crushed when the Weyrwoman died, Omnijith was – and Omnijith is one part of himself that makes his arrogant face crack. T’laes is the kind of person who dreams that if he dies, it’ll be defending something or someone he loves. T’laes wanted to be a dragonrider because it meant honor, it meant a history of success, a history of order. In every way, T’laes was made for his bronze, and his bronze was made for him.
History: Nobody ever believed T'laes was going to be a bronzerider. Maybe a bluerider, but not a bronzerider, and then that fateful day had come when his lovely Omnijith burst from his egg and found him just seven turns ago. T'laes had stood several times before, had walked away upset that no dragon had wanted him, but the day he Impressed Omnijith had made everything worth it. Only - T'laes let Omnijith get to his head and his ego seemed to inflate the larger that his dragon became.
It swelled even more when he was chosen to go settle Canaulia, and as soon as he became Weyrleader he started grating in that he enjoyed the power with a sense of greed. He was shoving everyone around but the Weyrwoman, who personally had never liked him to begin with, but their dragons had mated, and well, that's just how things went.
In fact, when Canaulia died, T'laes's opinion was "Well, at least she wasn't pregnant", particularly regarded as a terrible sentiment while he took it as a bit of relieving knowledge. To make up for this, it was he who volunteered the Weyr to be named after her, however, and he's currently going rather nuts within the chaos that is reconstructive versus watching babies.
Pets: Pets? There's no time for that.