Post by Quill on Feb 23, 2011 12:39:22 GMT -8
Name: D’van
Age: twenty-four, spring
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Rank: Blackrider, Chydyn Watch Captain
Location: the Eyrie
Personality:Sturdy as could be, D’van has a natural tendacy to protect anyone and everyone. A few traits have stemmed from this intense desire such as his stern nature that could be confused for cold or his grounded head that could be confused for single-mindedness. After those close to him understand the to-the-point, they see a compassionate man (who doesn’t know how to show it at some points). D’van is never selective about what he protects. Family, friends, the Eyrie. They are all the same in his book and for the most part, he places none over the others.
D’van does not realize it at most points but she acts like an alpha male, confident and domineering in whatever decisions he makes though others can see him as overbearing and authoritative. He always makes decisions and orders based on what’s best for the group. D’van’s sense of territory is very wide and does not like when those he is not close venture too close to him. When even a small threat rears itself, D’van is on full alert. Sensing danger sometimes is like a sixth sense. He is calm about all dangers, rarely showing an aggressive expression or exhibiting impulsive thoughts or actions. Women are hard things to handle as he turns to be possessive over them after a certain amount of time, so he sometimes remains very distant from women. If one looks beyond his jealous nature, they can see that he only cares even when he aggravates with his jealousy or overprotective tendencies. D’van has many weaknesses and faults; there is one he will admit: Cats. They are so soft and lithe and whenever one is around, D’van cannot help to drop whatever he is doing and pet them. Feral cats are quite a problem as they run away.
D’van does not always show it, but he is as happy and humorous as the next blackrider. Though he does not use smiles and laughter to communicate, his eyes show all of his expressions, based on how bright they are. Witty humor is sprinkled in his conversation and the subject can range from farming to fighting, knowledge gained from simply living and talking to others. When education rolled around, D’van showed more confidence in combat than books, but that does not mean he is a fool. Tactics, especially battle tactics, is a skill that D’van has honed for many years of his life. Sometimes D’van forgets how well he strategizes so sometimes surprise hits him in the face though it is happening less and less these days. Struggles gave him the education to turn a disadvantage into a distinct advantage. D’van is far from a positive man. More of a realistic, he takes each problem he encounters step-by-step to conquer it with precision. Many might view his ideas as the strangest, craziest things imaginable, but most of the time D’van can pull it off.
Though D’van is not a bore in causual conversations, he listens more than he speaks. His brother’s disappearance has not helped him to converse more. It was a small shift away from talking, but when he realized that his brother might never be located again, his eyes lost a little of its expressive light. When approached with siblings, there is a pang in his chest. Because of the pain, he often has a hard time making close friend as his heart is quite guarded. The only one able to penetrate the barrier D’van has fortified is Nieneph. The simourv is very skilled at getting D’van to open up, as he was the first the rider opened up in a very long time. Anyone who knows him well is that Nieneph will not open up D’van alone.
Appearance: When one thinks of the ideal rider, D’van is not a common image. Though full of muscles, they are not bulky and prominent. Instead they are lean and tough, like rocky curve on his body. Taller than most, he is supported by long, sinewy limbs. He has a broad chest and shoulders despite being lanky. His body structure allows him to run fast. His hands are a bit big for his wrists and they are far from pretty. Callused pams and rough fingers are accented with many scars over the years. During the Pioneer’s bonding, he lost his ring and pinky fingers on his right hand by Nieneph. D’van is well adjusted to the missing digits by having his shield custom made with a special grip and straps. Though it takes more effort to arm the shield, he is quick with it.
One could call D’van attractive if they are into men that don’t fall into the pretty boy category. His facial structure is sharp and a lot of his features are hard like his brow hovering over his expressive brown eyes. Or his slightly crooked to the right nose, the result of a disagreement within the guard ranks. His lips are thin and his sharp jaw is accented by stubble, supporting the wild way he moves when he fights. He cuts his own dark brown, almost black hair. It goes whichever way it pleases and D’van leaves it to its own devices until a strand falls in front of his face and off it goes.
Though he may not look it, his body boasts an almost perfect blend of strength and agility, one never overpowering the other. He can exert more strength when needed, but he does not like to go past what his limitations already are. He does not prefer fancy clothes, usually dressed in a simple tunic and trousers with colors of black and dark green. His boots are dependable and sturdy in their leather coat. When wearing his battle armor, there are plates of metal scattered throughout his body, not impeding on his agility. While he carries a steel longsword, he prefers blunt or ranged weaponry.
D’van does not dote on materialistic objects. Actually, he finds them quite useless and a waste of money, but he does have a woven hemp bracelet on his right hand, a gift given by his mother a few days before she died. He barely notices it, but if D’van discovered it off his wrist, his mind would certainly be in a mess.
Family:
Father: Louis, age 53, leather-worker
Mother: Mareth, deceased at 33
Brother: Dylan, age 22, missing, presumed dead
Pets:
none
Simourv Name: Nieneph
Simourv Color: black
Simourv Age: five
Personality:
He stands tall as his long legs would allow as he passes by. Pride rings with each strut as passes by. Haughty or gracious, it all depends on who is watching. The black naturally looks down on others, especially since most are shorter than he. Orders flow from his mouth quite naturally and it sometimes gets him in trouble when he orders those that are under another's command. Whenever addressing someone, he stays emotional stable though professionally distant. He knows his place often listening to the Queen and her chosen mate, though Nien cannot help to feel jealous of whoever is by her side, but with his proud and noble stature, no one could tell. Only D'van knows and he keeps it a secret as the proud creature would break down if the Queen ever knew. Rider and Simourv have a couple of traits, but they both live to protect. If anyone has a shred of relation to him, he feels the need to protect. Though he has not fathered a brood, he would surely watch anyone with a firm eye though not take much as Grays are quite suited to protect. Ruthless against any who disrupt peace, D'van sometimes calms the black to keep him from acting with all of his power.
Appearance:
Nieneph is an enormous simourv, due to his black coloration. Sixty feet from beak to his long feathered tail and thirty from the ground. He boasts a wingspan that dwarfs most others as does his shoulders and hips. His face is sharp and harsh, looking a lot like the terran wolf. With dark amber eyes and a gray that colors his sharp snout, he has a classy look to him. His ears are sharper than the other blacks. His back horns are straight, curving backward at the tip. The larger set is black while the other is gray like his beak. They are sharpened because of his habit of rubbing his horns against trees when frustrated. Nien prizes his long whip-like tail and D’van compares it to an ancient Terran legend of the Quetzalcoatl. That is, slender and covered in many short feathers, each feather growing in length as they traverse to the tip.
Nien has quite the sleek look to him. He is mono-hued, inky black like many of his color, but his underbelly, bottom base of his tail, and tips of his wings are snowy white, creating a dashing contrast, much like a tuxedo. His powerful legs show his obsession with fighting koxi. His claws are drastically curved and frequently sharpened. He finds himself to be a handsome fellow indeed and he lets all know in his haughty way.
Parentage:
Wild Gray x Wild Black
History:
(Taken from original profile)
Timeline:
Year 35 - Donovan and his twin, Dylan, born to Louis and Mareth of Chydyn four years after second influx of simourvs hit warfront.
Year 37 - Donovan and Dylan show bond that borders on empathic. The two are as inseparable as rider and simourv.
Year 43 - Koxi raid leads to Mareth's death. Donovan is wounded trying to defend her, and is confined to infirmary for weeks. Dylan stays with him throughout, and helps him recover. He heals quickly, and the two bond further over their grief. They begin combat training.
Year 50 - Dylan and Donovan join Chydyn guard at minimum age of fifteen, working together in the same squad fighting rogue koxi
Year 52 - Raid on and subsequent evacuation of border settlement turns bad, Dyl and Don separated in the fighting. Dylan disappears - hasn't been seen since.
Year 53 - Donovan leaves on hunting expedition, which comes across the infamous first clutch.
Year 54 - Clutch hatches, Donovan bonds to hatchling black, Nieneph, who dubs him D'van.
Year 55 - D'van helps train younger riders in combat alongside other older members of the party. Nieneph helps fill the hole left by Dylan, though D'van has never been quite the same. Eyrie is found, and the following koxi attack is efficiently annihilated.
Year 56 - D'van returns to civilization with the other riders, aids in the defense of Sayaie. Appointed watch captain of his hometown for his notable contribution in the battles, comes to be respected as a warrior and strategist of great potential, despite his young age.
Year 57 - Lives in the Eyrie when not on rotation in Chydyn, supports his aging father as best he can. No more notable events to date.
It was year 35 when the twins Donovan and Dylan were born. Dylan was boisterous and quite the crier with a flair for mischief while Donovan was a quiet dark-eyed child with a taste for adventure—a trait both of them shared. Their youth involved light punishment for their harmless crimes, but the bond they shared later in life was worth the grueling minutes of their face stuck in a corner. Their bond edged on empathy, especially when Don refused to speak until he was four. Dyl always made sure his twin’s thoughts were voiced while Don protected all who would harm his twin for protecting him. These bouts could sometimes end up in disaster, as Don was not the child who had supreme fighting skills.
Life was not terribly. The brothers had each other. Their parents had them. The two boys were apprenticed to their father, a leather-worker of some popularity. At first, the craft seemed like a chore, but the two fell in love around their seventh birthday. Despite their new interest, the brothers needed to explore and make new experiences. Their lives eighth year was an eye opened on how life really worked in Pohono. The raid was unexpected with koxi striking and killing as they deemed fit. Though the town was servely unguarded and unprepared, Mareth was ready with a bow and arrow to ward off any koxi who would threaten her boys. Louis took his own fight by supplying armor to any who managed to get into the house as well as fighting some koxi on his own. Everyone thought it was the day Chydyn was going to die. Mareth refused to let that be true. Fired by a protective nature
Age: twenty-four, spring
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Rank: Blackrider, Chydyn Watch Captain
Location: the Eyrie
Personality:Sturdy as could be, D’van has a natural tendacy to protect anyone and everyone. A few traits have stemmed from this intense desire such as his stern nature that could be confused for cold or his grounded head that could be confused for single-mindedness. After those close to him understand the to-the-point, they see a compassionate man (who doesn’t know how to show it at some points). D’van is never selective about what he protects. Family, friends, the Eyrie. They are all the same in his book and for the most part, he places none over the others.
D’van does not realize it at most points but she acts like an alpha male, confident and domineering in whatever decisions he makes though others can see him as overbearing and authoritative. He always makes decisions and orders based on what’s best for the group. D’van’s sense of territory is very wide and does not like when those he is not close venture too close to him. When even a small threat rears itself, D’van is on full alert. Sensing danger sometimes is like a sixth sense. He is calm about all dangers, rarely showing an aggressive expression or exhibiting impulsive thoughts or actions. Women are hard things to handle as he turns to be possessive over them after a certain amount of time, so he sometimes remains very distant from women. If one looks beyond his jealous nature, they can see that he only cares even when he aggravates with his jealousy or overprotective tendencies. D’van has many weaknesses and faults; there is one he will admit: Cats. They are so soft and lithe and whenever one is around, D’van cannot help to drop whatever he is doing and pet them. Feral cats are quite a problem as they run away.
D’van does not always show it, but he is as happy and humorous as the next blackrider. Though he does not use smiles and laughter to communicate, his eyes show all of his expressions, based on how bright they are. Witty humor is sprinkled in his conversation and the subject can range from farming to fighting, knowledge gained from simply living and talking to others. When education rolled around, D’van showed more confidence in combat than books, but that does not mean he is a fool. Tactics, especially battle tactics, is a skill that D’van has honed for many years of his life. Sometimes D’van forgets how well he strategizes so sometimes surprise hits him in the face though it is happening less and less these days. Struggles gave him the education to turn a disadvantage into a distinct advantage. D’van is far from a positive man. More of a realistic, he takes each problem he encounters step-by-step to conquer it with precision. Many might view his ideas as the strangest, craziest things imaginable, but most of the time D’van can pull it off.
Though D’van is not a bore in causual conversations, he listens more than he speaks. His brother’s disappearance has not helped him to converse more. It was a small shift away from talking, but when he realized that his brother might never be located again, his eyes lost a little of its expressive light. When approached with siblings, there is a pang in his chest. Because of the pain, he often has a hard time making close friend as his heart is quite guarded. The only one able to penetrate the barrier D’van has fortified is Nieneph. The simourv is very skilled at getting D’van to open up, as he was the first the rider opened up in a very long time. Anyone who knows him well is that Nieneph will not open up D’van alone.
Appearance: When one thinks of the ideal rider, D’van is not a common image. Though full of muscles, they are not bulky and prominent. Instead they are lean and tough, like rocky curve on his body. Taller than most, he is supported by long, sinewy limbs. He has a broad chest and shoulders despite being lanky. His body structure allows him to run fast. His hands are a bit big for his wrists and they are far from pretty. Callused pams and rough fingers are accented with many scars over the years. During the Pioneer’s bonding, he lost his ring and pinky fingers on his right hand by Nieneph. D’van is well adjusted to the missing digits by having his shield custom made with a special grip and straps. Though it takes more effort to arm the shield, he is quick with it.
One could call D’van attractive if they are into men that don’t fall into the pretty boy category. His facial structure is sharp and a lot of his features are hard like his brow hovering over his expressive brown eyes. Or his slightly crooked to the right nose, the result of a disagreement within the guard ranks. His lips are thin and his sharp jaw is accented by stubble, supporting the wild way he moves when he fights. He cuts his own dark brown, almost black hair. It goes whichever way it pleases and D’van leaves it to its own devices until a strand falls in front of his face and off it goes.
Though he may not look it, his body boasts an almost perfect blend of strength and agility, one never overpowering the other. He can exert more strength when needed, but he does not like to go past what his limitations already are. He does not prefer fancy clothes, usually dressed in a simple tunic and trousers with colors of black and dark green. His boots are dependable and sturdy in their leather coat. When wearing his battle armor, there are plates of metal scattered throughout his body, not impeding on his agility. While he carries a steel longsword, he prefers blunt or ranged weaponry.
D’van does not dote on materialistic objects. Actually, he finds them quite useless and a waste of money, but he does have a woven hemp bracelet on his right hand, a gift given by his mother a few days before she died. He barely notices it, but if D’van discovered it off his wrist, his mind would certainly be in a mess.
Family:
Father: Louis, age 53, leather-worker
Mother: Mareth, deceased at 33
Brother: Dylan, age 22, missing, presumed dead
Pets:
none
Simourv Name: Nieneph
Simourv Color: black
Simourv Age: five
Personality:
He stands tall as his long legs would allow as he passes by. Pride rings with each strut as passes by. Haughty or gracious, it all depends on who is watching. The black naturally looks down on others, especially since most are shorter than he. Orders flow from his mouth quite naturally and it sometimes gets him in trouble when he orders those that are under another's command. Whenever addressing someone, he stays emotional stable though professionally distant. He knows his place often listening to the Queen and her chosen mate, though Nien cannot help to feel jealous of whoever is by her side, but with his proud and noble stature, no one could tell. Only D'van knows and he keeps it a secret as the proud creature would break down if the Queen ever knew. Rider and Simourv have a couple of traits, but they both live to protect. If anyone has a shred of relation to him, he feels the need to protect. Though he has not fathered a brood, he would surely watch anyone with a firm eye though not take much as Grays are quite suited to protect. Ruthless against any who disrupt peace, D'van sometimes calms the black to keep him from acting with all of his power.
Appearance:
Nieneph is an enormous simourv, due to his black coloration. Sixty feet from beak to his long feathered tail and thirty from the ground. He boasts a wingspan that dwarfs most others as does his shoulders and hips. His face is sharp and harsh, looking a lot like the terran wolf. With dark amber eyes and a gray that colors his sharp snout, he has a classy look to him. His ears are sharper than the other blacks. His back horns are straight, curving backward at the tip. The larger set is black while the other is gray like his beak. They are sharpened because of his habit of rubbing his horns against trees when frustrated. Nien prizes his long whip-like tail and D’van compares it to an ancient Terran legend of the Quetzalcoatl. That is, slender and covered in many short feathers, each feather growing in length as they traverse to the tip.
Nien has quite the sleek look to him. He is mono-hued, inky black like many of his color, but his underbelly, bottom base of his tail, and tips of his wings are snowy white, creating a dashing contrast, much like a tuxedo. His powerful legs show his obsession with fighting koxi. His claws are drastically curved and frequently sharpened. He finds himself to be a handsome fellow indeed and he lets all know in his haughty way.
Parentage:
Wild Gray x Wild Black
History:
(Taken from original profile)
Timeline:
Year 35 - Donovan and his twin, Dylan, born to Louis and Mareth of Chydyn four years after second influx of simourvs hit warfront.
Year 37 - Donovan and Dylan show bond that borders on empathic. The two are as inseparable as rider and simourv.
Year 43 - Koxi raid leads to Mareth's death. Donovan is wounded trying to defend her, and is confined to infirmary for weeks. Dylan stays with him throughout, and helps him recover. He heals quickly, and the two bond further over their grief. They begin combat training.
Year 50 - Dylan and Donovan join Chydyn guard at minimum age of fifteen, working together in the same squad fighting rogue koxi
Year 52 - Raid on and subsequent evacuation of border settlement turns bad, Dyl and Don separated in the fighting. Dylan disappears - hasn't been seen since.
Year 53 - Donovan leaves on hunting expedition, which comes across the infamous first clutch.
Year 54 - Clutch hatches, Donovan bonds to hatchling black, Nieneph, who dubs him D'van.
Year 55 - D'van helps train younger riders in combat alongside other older members of the party. Nieneph helps fill the hole left by Dylan, though D'van has never been quite the same. Eyrie is found, and the following koxi attack is efficiently annihilated.
Year 56 - D'van returns to civilization with the other riders, aids in the defense of Sayaie. Appointed watch captain of his hometown for his notable contribution in the battles, comes to be respected as a warrior and strategist of great potential, despite his young age.
Year 57 - Lives in the Eyrie when not on rotation in Chydyn, supports his aging father as best he can. No more notable events to date.
It was year 35 when the twins Donovan and Dylan were born. Dylan was boisterous and quite the crier with a flair for mischief while Donovan was a quiet dark-eyed child with a taste for adventure—a trait both of them shared. Their youth involved light punishment for their harmless crimes, but the bond they shared later in life was worth the grueling minutes of their face stuck in a corner. Their bond edged on empathy, especially when Don refused to speak until he was four. Dyl always made sure his twin’s thoughts were voiced while Don protected all who would harm his twin for protecting him. These bouts could sometimes end up in disaster, as Don was not the child who had supreme fighting skills.
Life was not terribly. The brothers had each other. Their parents had them. The two boys were apprenticed to their father, a leather-worker of some popularity. At first, the craft seemed like a chore, but the two fell in love around their seventh birthday. Despite their new interest, the brothers needed to explore and make new experiences. Their lives eighth year was an eye opened on how life really worked in Pohono. The raid was unexpected with koxi striking and killing as they deemed fit. Though the town was servely unguarded and unprepared, Mareth was ready with a bow and arrow to ward off any koxi who would threaten her boys. Louis took his own fight by supplying armor to any who managed to get into the house as well as fighting some koxi on his own. Everyone thought it was the day Chydyn was going to die. Mareth refused to let that be true. Fired by a protective nature
