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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:17 pm
Name: F'ris
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall lanky man with red hair and blue eyes. He prides in his appearance and is always well kept and orderly. He likes to wear bright colors. His eye lashes are long and femine and he has a rather slender and long face.
Position/Rank Bronzerider
Weyr: Dovan
Mate (If applicable): N/A (at this time)
Personality: Happy-go-lucky and a bit of a flirt. F'ris hates responsibily and taking orders. He tends to mutter very angrily to himself when ordered around although he more often then not submits and does what needs to be done. He tends to make lots of promises to get what he wants while no exactly repaying those debts in full. At heart he's a good person. His greatest weakness is a woman's tears.
On the other side F'ris is easily depressed especially when it comes to death and children. He can be very caring but also clingy and dependant. He likes to think he has trouble connecting people when in fact he doesn't. Most of his social retardation comes from his inability to forgive himself for what happened when he was young. At times he regrets being a rider.
Short History: Since a very young age he had the motivation to impress a dragon and fight against the threat of thread if they were to fall again. Though he is not exactly the greatest model of a dragon rider he has a strict code of morals that he sticks too. Mostly, his issues are with other riders and not the civilian population.
At eighteen F'ris found out that his partner, Vianna was expecting a child. For a long time things went very well between them. Though he was young and his parents disapproved of his relationship with a holder girl. Soon after Favian was born and F'ris made a large effort to be in the young boys life. The family was very close for several months until F'ris was taken away by important business.
Too late did he find out that Vianna had fallen terribly ill. By the time he was able to return to her side she had already fallen to the illness. Left only with his son, F'ris took the boy to Dovan to live with him. At that day he promise to keep Vianna with him always by wearing a gem left to him at her passing, Favian inheriting the same stone.
Until F'ris is able to move on and love another woman as much as he loved the mother of his child, he swears never to remove the stone.
Pets (If Applicable) N/A
Sexuality: Straight
Dragon Name: Ikadith
Dragon Color: Bronze
Dragon Personality: Much more serious than his rider. Ikadith often warns F'ris against his desicions. He seems more amused by his riders flirting than concerned about it. He liked to claim that he is sleeping whenever F'ris gets into trouble.
Dragon appearance: A smaller bronze with a slender build. He is built more for speed and manuverabilty than strictly offense. He has no real distinguishing features.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:25 pm
This is what happens when I'm bored out of my wits "Vianna!" F'ris came crashing through the hold doors, attracting the attention of all the women who were caring for his beloved. She was just a hold girl and his parents thought that was too little of a bronzerider of Dovan weyr. He should be setting his sights on a noble woman or the Weyrwoman! No, instead he had chosen the plain young woman. "I've come! I've come my dear!"
In a whirl the red-haired 19 turn old was across the room with strange women stepping out of his way. He knelt by the bed, throwing his arms around the slender neck he knew too well. He let out a startled sound and drew back. "Vianna! Vianna!" The young healers looked at him remorsefully as he shook her gray shoulders, before collapsing on her bed, clutching her hand and the white sheets.
"Oh Faris," one said. "I'm so sorry but she . . . she couldn't hang on. She waited for you, she really tried to wait for you." Though she was trying hard to comfort the young dragonrider, he only erupted into deeper sobs. "She left you and little Favian something. In that box at your right." She softly shuffled away, the women slowly departing to leave the small family to themselves. All the same, the one who had spoken waited beside the door.
F'ris rubbed his eyes and looked to his right, slipping his hands around the weathered box. He slipped open the latch, looking at the three stones that glittered inside. Each one was engraved with a special symbol. It was some language that F'ris didn't understand, but at least this symbol he knew. It was love, pure and unconditional love. Three, one for each of them.
F'ris slid one from the case holding it with a shaking hand so that the light might have glittered off it. The stone reminded him of her eyes, the pure deep color of the ocean. He undid the leather tie, gently tying around her white neck.
His whole body shook as he bent towards her, kissing her. His eyelashes brushed against her cold skin, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. His lips parted as he clenched his teeth against sobbing. Too much noise and Favian would awake from his sleep. At least he was young. He would hardly remember this when he was old enough to speak. F'ris would live with this pain for eternity.
F'ris hugged her, pressing his cheek against her. "Oh Vianna, my poor Vianna! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I left you!" he cried. "If only I could have . . . only a moment longer! I could have . . . I couldn't say."
He wanted to slip into the darkness of between and die. Riders who lost their dragons were given that choice so why not a man who had lost the other half of his heart? "My F'ris," the gentle voice of his dragon whispered. "What of your hatchling? Would you leave him without a father? Would you take him between before he has even lived?"
"My friend," F'ris pulled back from her form, releasing her lifeless form. He pulled the sheets over her pale and peaceful face. He looked at the sheet, waiting for movement and breath. Everything was still and lifeless. "You are right. I must live for him, my Favian. I cannot condem him to either of those fates. He must have a chance at least. He must have my love as long as I can give it."
"So we will leave for Dovan come morning," Ikadith read thoughtfully. "You are a good father F'ris, I think. You do not wish to risk hurting him by going between tonight. I am with you, my F'ris."
F'ris ran the back of his arm across his eyes and went to Favian, picking up the infant with a gentle grace. He turned and silently left the room while the women filed in again. He had no desire to see them prepare his Vianna for burial, or burning, or whatever fate awaited the shell. He was going to sleep, and hold the last remnants of his love so that he would not have to feel so hopelessly alone.
"My Favian, F'ris whispered to the child. "My little love."
This is what comes from waiting for people to post. Well F'ris actual name has finally been revealed as Faris! Well, you might have figured that out already from Favian's name. Hopefully if you read this you find it very sad and endearing. I might end up writing more shorts like this if the mood suits me.
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