Trowa of Green Yasogamith

[Femisis]

Trowa

"Beasts only bare their fangs at enemies. They are true to their feelings."

BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Trowa
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Homosexual

BIRTHDATE: Early Winter 2748
AGE: 21 as of 2769
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Greenrider
WING: Daylight

APPEARANCE
EYES: Green
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'7" Trim but muscled
PLAY-BY: Trowa Barton (Gundam Wing)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Trowa is a rather handsome fellow despite his claims to the contrary. His eyes are a light glass green and his skin is lightly tanned from spending so much time outside. His hair is a lovely chestnut brown kept short in the back and long in the front, falling to his chin and covering the right side of his face. Slender of build, he doesn't look as strong as he is, but he's all muscle from years of working with runnerbeasts. He tends to dress rather plainly, mostly in practical work clothes, but his clothing is always in good repair and he tries to keep his appearance neat when not working.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Trowa is very much an observer rather than a participant in the game of life. While not anti-social, he doesn't go out of his way to interact with people, preferring them to come to him when they need something. He won't blow people off, however. He was raised with good manners and knows very well how to tell someone to shove off in not so many words, but he will engage in small talk from time to time if the mood suits him. He can come off as brusque to others, especially when people bother him when he doesn’t want to be bothered. He is incredibly patient, both in social and combat situations. He's able to keep control of his emotions to remain calm and analyze a situation before acting.

If you can get past his mask, it becomes apparent that Trowa is really very kind. He is aware of the necessity for violence in defense of the Weyr or of others, but he is capable of mercy when it is warranted. He will not take an innocent life for any reason. He has a way with animals that borders on savant. Just about any beast is tame under his hand and he has many wild friends of the furred and feathered variety, perhaps even more so than human. Music is one of his other loves, and while he was never formally trained, he's decent enough on the flute as a hobby.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
Tranin- Father
Morrow- Mother
Catriana- Older Sister
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Keroon Hold
HISTORY:
Trowa was born at Keroon into a small family. His father Tranin was an experienced runnerbeastcrafter assisted from time to time by his wife Morrow. He tended toward breeding and training of runnerbeasts while his wife preferred the healing aspect of the craft. They had an older daughter, Catriana, who despite being only a few years older than her brother, doted on him just as his mother did.

From the moment he could walk Trowa was exposed to runners. At first he simply spent his days in the stables with his parents, but as he got older he was given more responsibilities; chores like mucking out stalls and grooming the runners. Most of his time was spent with the animals rather than children his own age, but he preferred it that way. He liked the runners better than people, finding them easier to understand and get along with. Though his father bred racers, his preference was with the draft runners. There was something inspiring about such a large animal moving so gracefully that touched his heart in a profound way.

He began experimenting with trick riding around age thirteen much to his mother and sister's horror ('he could break his neck!'). He enjoyed the challenge despite the danger, refusing to quit even after he broke his arm; he simply became more cautious. He'd never planned to make a living from such stunts, only going so far as to tricks at gathers for a few spare marks.

A few months after his seventeenth nameday, Trowa was with his father to deliver some runners to Fort when he was Searched. He had no aspirations to become a rider, but a gut feeling told him to stay, so he did. He assisted with the runners between clutches, perfectly content to wait and see if he would be chosen. His waiting paid off as he was chosen by Green Yasogamith in the fall of 2767 during the hatching of Serapheth's Seeker's clutch.

[Femisis]

Yasogamith


BASICS
NAME: Yasogamith
BIRTHDATE Early Fall 2766
AGE: 2 as of Early Fall 2768

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 25 Feet
HEIGHT: 6 Feet
WINGSPAN: 40 Feet
COLOR: Green
HEX CODE: #93cc73
FULL APPEARANCE:
A small, narrow green with a long tail, Yasogamith has a tiny, compact body with a tail that is much longer than it should be. All of her looks small. Even though her wings are larger than average, she is small. Her face is narrow and pointed like a fox, and her legs are thin. She has a very intense stare, and can convey a thousand emotions with it. While not a particularly talented flier, she is an expert Betweener, spending only 3 seconds in the black before re-emerging. How, she's not really sure. She is a washed out-faded green all over, like she was left out in the sun for too long. Her underside and under her wingsails is a lighter, faded springy green, sweeping over her sides like fox tails. There is a dark mark over her left eye, like a faux scar.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Yasogamith has one goal in life: doing good things. However, she doesn't do them herself. No, she manipulates others into doing good things. She'll leave hints, find notes, anything to make other people do good things among themselves. In doing so, in theory, Pern will be a happier place. She will also steal any marks that are not bolted down. Hoarding them like a monster of legend, she tries to squirrel everything away to be used later, to fund a restoration or make sure her rider can buy something they need. She is a very odd dragon, but there's a reason people call her 'Green Mom.'

To her rider, Yasogamith is still just as manipulative. She understands that they can't always do good, and she isn't bitter. She knows that doing good things does not mean to be kind all the time, and she herself will fight when pushed. She has a talent for finding rare plants, somehow. It's strange. But she is strange. She rarely speaks, often conveying what she wants with glares and looks out of the corner of her eyes. Still, she's a very strange and quite graceful creature.

Voice: When she does speak, Yasogamith sounds like a fox, high-pitched and incredibly distinguished from miles away.

[Femisis]

Heavyarms


BASICS
NAME: Heavyarms
BIRTHDATE Early Fall 2768
AGE: 1 as of Early Winter 2769

APPEARANCE
COLOR: Bronze
HEX CODE: #BDB670
FULL APPEARANCE:
Heavyarms is a solidly built firelizard. More muscled than the average flitter, he carries much of his bulk in his shoulders to support his massive wings. His hide is a tarnished bronze with darker markings on his legs and tail.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Heavyarms is a stoic creature, preferring to watch the world than to jump in. He's affectionate to Trowa and Yasogamith, but it ends there. He doesn't bite or snap, he's too dignified for that, but he's not at all likely to regard strangers unless prompted by his human. He doesn't like to snack; he prefers to eat a large meal and run off of that, though he won't say no to a piece of fruit.