Post by Lyxias on Aug 29, 2013 8:36:25 GMT -8
Name: Lyxias
Rank: Master Healer; Specialty: Infectious diseases
Age:33
Fire-lizards: Inkryll
Appearance: Of middling height, Lyxias is graced with his mother well-boned features and dark green eyes and his father’s darker coloring, making for an overall exotic look which once won him many admirers. His eyes are slightly slanted and his high cheekbones offset them, and he is already starting to distinct have smile lines. Unfortunately, his fine features were marred when he was still a young boy. Old, faded scars line his face on one cheekbone. The wounds, inflicted by a hungry wild feline, were quite deep, and the skin around the scars did not heal overly well, since Lyx was the resident of a rather remote cothold. By the time he traveled to the Healerhall for training, the damage was long done. The result of this is that the skin puckers and wrinkles around the scars, in patches remaining a mottled sort of brownish pink color. As Lyxias ages, these wrinkles will no doubt grow even deeper. There are some shallower, better-healed scars on his upper torso and the backs of his hands and arms, but that’s about the extent of the damage. The only crippling feature of his wounds are on his right hand. Some nervous damage from his childhood accident resulted in the loss of his use of the first three fingers on this hand
Otherwise, he is well-suited to the sunny climes of White Sands, Lyx’s skin is a light shade of nut brown and his hair is a dark brown, almost black. In these respects, he is exactly like his father, if a bit lighter, and very little like his sunburn-vulnerable pale-skinned mother, with her tall frame and elegant facial features. His hair is fairly short, reaching to the nape of his neck and often tousled this way and that.
He has grown into a reasonably tall, well-muscled man, but in many ways he still seems like the skinny dark-haired boy who rarely went a week without scraping up his knees somewhere in his adventures. Rather than being visibly burly, he is a lithely muscled person, especially since his lifestyle is less athletic than that of a rider. He doesn’t worry much about his hair and clothes, and whenever he has to dress for an occasion, he can be counted on to be one of the messier looking people in the crowd.
Personality: Easygoing and mischievous, Lyxias as a developing boy was once reluctant to leave behind his easy-going childhood of running about and dodging chores. Though capable of accepting responsibility, and quite dependable, but he once felt unhappy at the idea of tying himself to a set of demands that he could not control. Mostly he refused to grow up and lose his childish spirit and to, by doing so, forget the fun and wonder of childhood, like so many adults did. Because of this, many chided him as immature or slow to develop, but people who got to know him soon realized that he could be serious when the need arose, and that he knew full well how to handle himself. Lyxias is much this way today, except for the fact that he has accepted the burdens and troubles of adulthood. Having grown to realize that, as a Healer, he had chosen already a set of demands and concerns that were beyond his control, Lyx matured past his yearning for the simplicity of childhood, determined to move forward in his chosen life.
Straightforward and honest, Lyx will tell you the truth unless he has a good reason not to, which is often good and quite often something that gets him on the bad side of people. He doesn’t try to dodge around a point, and he doesn’t allow people to sway his opinions easily. He is open-minded and willing to listen, but he knows his mind and he’s not about to get pushed around, not to mention the fact that he is nearly as stubborn as his parents. He likes to make new friends, but is not the sort to have an overly expanded social life. He’s not particularly standoffish, and he can be an incorrigible flirter at times, but he also respects a person’s private space, and tries to remain conscious of how his actions affect those around him. He includes the environment around him in this, not just his fellow humans or the Weyr animals. He’s the sort to use and save what can be used and saved, and hates unnecessary waste, especially waste of a life.
History: Lyxias was born on Torene Island in a tiny cothold to Lyxaen and Drystias, a common sort of couple who had two sons before him, four daughters after, and another son after that. With a grand total of eight children, the two parents were never at a lack for responsibilities. Though Black Earth Cothold was about as remote as it could be on the island, Lyx’s parents were educated enough to read and write. Determined that their children should have this skill, they made sure that each of the many siblings were similarly educated. His elder twin brothers, Draen and Dryxias, both followed the expectation that they would run the cothold after their father grew too elderly to do so, and it was taken for granted that Lyx would do the same. But ever since Lyx saw dragons for the first time, he’d thought of little else. Even as his daily fun of prank-pulling and Hold-exploring continued, he dreamed of the day when he would be the one riding over a Hold on the back of a huge dragon. The eldest of his sisters, Drystaen, was equally fascinated with dragons, and as soon as the two were old enough, they plotted how they would travel to the Weyr and Impress.
His parents soon realized that their son would never be a farmer, and they encouraged him in what he was interested in, knowing the vice of forcing a child to follow a path they didn’t want. The two parents saved and pinched and, one Gather, brought home two fire lizard eggs for their dragon-crazed youngsters, promising that they would try to get the siblings an opportunity to participate in the first Search they would be old enough to participate in. Lyxias’ egg hatched into the brown Inkryll who still accompanies him today. Drystaen’s hatched into a much smaller green, whom she named Chloryll. For the next Turn, the future looked bright to ten-year-old Lyxias. He dreamed of Turning 12 and being Searched, and spent many hours in discussion of this time with his one Turn younger sister. He agreed to wait for her twelfth birthday, not wanting to sever the bonds between the two of them.
His bright future was interrupted by an unexpected turn of events. Working in the field one day, Lyxias was suddenly beset by a whirl of fear and pain from his beloved Inkryll, who oftened wandered far in the jungles, exploring. A wild dash through the forest, farm tool in hand, brought him face to snarl with a hungry jungle cat. Inkryll clung to the lower branches of a tree, wounded and weakening. Fiercely as he fought, the eleven Turn Lyx was no match for a wiry feline. By the time his family caught up to him, it was too late to prevent serious injuries. The sudden arrival of Lyx’s angry father and the only somewhat smaller twins convinced the jungle cat to abandon its prey, leaving Lyx unconscious and Inkryll in slightly better shape. Lyx’s family tried their level best to care for him properly, but with limited supplies, knowledge, and access to Healing facilities, Lyx’s injuries grew complicated. Beset by infection and fever, the somewhat skinny preteen dwindled away, hovering on the edge of death. Through fierce determination and no small amount of luck, his mother nursed him away from the precipice and back to health. The consequence of his near-death experience was the viciously ravaged face and a crippled hand. His dominant hand all but useless, barely able to farm, Lyxias found his dreams of dragonriding cruelly dashed.
Inkryll also survived, heavily scarred but otherwise recovering fully. Lyxias descended into depression, becoming surly and completely unlike himself. He would lash out at his family for no reason, and began spending as much time alone as he could. Finally, even Drystaen got fed up with his inability to accept the fact of his injuries. His hand, which might have been salvaged, at least partially, through physical therapy, grew stiff and unused. His youngest siblings, still toddlers, became scared of the gloomy, violent whirlwind that he would become in the grip of his fits of rage. Drystaen was Searched and left for White Sands Weyr, where she Impressed the green Akselith on her first time Standing.
Finally, three Turns after the accident, Lyxias began to realize how foolish he was being. Pushing his outrage and grief into the back of his mind, he forced himself to exercise the fingers left to him on his dominant hand. He had already become capable of everyday life using his left hand, but now he pushed his dexterity and maneuverability with revitalized determination. Angry with himself for how he had treated his family, he reached out to them, trying to be the son and brother that they remembered. He finally sent a real reply to Drystaen’s many exasperated and concerned letters, apologizing, and was quickly rewarded with a long, effusive letter scolding him on the immaturity of his behavior. Lyx soon realized that the intensive life of dragonriding was still far beyond his grasp. Determined to discover a new passion, the young teenager found it when a Journeyman Healer arrived at their cothold on his way to a new post in a nearby Hold. Within twenty minutes of engaging the man in conversation, Lyx knew what he wanted to devote his life to. Delighted with his recovery, his parents immediately arranged to have him study at the Healer Crafthall.
Lyxias learned quickly. Having once devoted much energy and spirit to his dragonriding passion, Lyxias now poured all of his ability into Healing. Though he was one of the older apprentices, he quickly caught up to his peers, walking the tables and attaining Journeyman AP3 at a rather respectable age of twenty-six. He spent time at many Holds in the Island Chain, preferring to stay close to the place where he’d grown up. Drystaen was transferred to Monaco Bay Weyr, but the two remain close by corresponding via their fire lizard companions. At the age of thirty, he walked the tables and attained the rank of Master Healer. Shortly thereafter, he accepted a post at White Sands Weyr, and has been living there ever since. Now he works as a dedicated and relatively skilled Healer, specializing in infectious diseases and maintaining a relatively developed skill as an herbalist.
Family Connections: Mother: Drystias Father: Lyxaen Brothers: Draen, Dryxias, and Lystias Sisters: Drystaen, Dryx, Lystaen and Lyxae
Age: 13
Appearance: Large and sturdy, even for brown, Inkryll is very nearly the same dark shade of brown as Lyx’s hair, so that in low lightings, it could almost be mistaken for black (this being the reason for his name). He has many jagged scars on his tail and rear end, the result of being somewhat chewed up by the jungle cat which mauled Lyxias’ hand. These scars are shallower and better healed than Lyx’s, but still gleam brightly on his dark hide.
Personality: Level-headed and adventurous, Inkryll’s encounter with the jungle cat only slightly dampened his enthusiasm for exploration. Inkryll is very aware of his somewhat extraordinary stature, and takes every advantage of it in his many, many Flights. Be it gold or green, Inkryll never misses a chance to Chase, and is quite successful overall in his pursuits. Flirtatious and socially outgoing, Inkryll may well have more female friends than his human, and he shows no sign of slowing down.
Rank: Master Healer; Specialty: Infectious diseases
Age:33
Fire-lizards: Inkryll
Appearance: Of middling height, Lyxias is graced with his mother well-boned features and dark green eyes and his father’s darker coloring, making for an overall exotic look which once won him many admirers. His eyes are slightly slanted and his high cheekbones offset them, and he is already starting to distinct have smile lines. Unfortunately, his fine features were marred when he was still a young boy. Old, faded scars line his face on one cheekbone. The wounds, inflicted by a hungry wild feline, were quite deep, and the skin around the scars did not heal overly well, since Lyx was the resident of a rather remote cothold. By the time he traveled to the Healerhall for training, the damage was long done. The result of this is that the skin puckers and wrinkles around the scars, in patches remaining a mottled sort of brownish pink color. As Lyxias ages, these wrinkles will no doubt grow even deeper. There are some shallower, better-healed scars on his upper torso and the backs of his hands and arms, but that’s about the extent of the damage. The only crippling feature of his wounds are on his right hand. Some nervous damage from his childhood accident resulted in the loss of his use of the first three fingers on this hand
Otherwise, he is well-suited to the sunny climes of White Sands, Lyx’s skin is a light shade of nut brown and his hair is a dark brown, almost black. In these respects, he is exactly like his father, if a bit lighter, and very little like his sunburn-vulnerable pale-skinned mother, with her tall frame and elegant facial features. His hair is fairly short, reaching to the nape of his neck and often tousled this way and that.
He has grown into a reasonably tall, well-muscled man, but in many ways he still seems like the skinny dark-haired boy who rarely went a week without scraping up his knees somewhere in his adventures. Rather than being visibly burly, he is a lithely muscled person, especially since his lifestyle is less athletic than that of a rider. He doesn’t worry much about his hair and clothes, and whenever he has to dress for an occasion, he can be counted on to be one of the messier looking people in the crowd.
Personality: Easygoing and mischievous, Lyxias as a developing boy was once reluctant to leave behind his easy-going childhood of running about and dodging chores. Though capable of accepting responsibility, and quite dependable, but he once felt unhappy at the idea of tying himself to a set of demands that he could not control. Mostly he refused to grow up and lose his childish spirit and to, by doing so, forget the fun and wonder of childhood, like so many adults did. Because of this, many chided him as immature or slow to develop, but people who got to know him soon realized that he could be serious when the need arose, and that he knew full well how to handle himself. Lyxias is much this way today, except for the fact that he has accepted the burdens and troubles of adulthood. Having grown to realize that, as a Healer, he had chosen already a set of demands and concerns that were beyond his control, Lyx matured past his yearning for the simplicity of childhood, determined to move forward in his chosen life.
Straightforward and honest, Lyx will tell you the truth unless he has a good reason not to, which is often good and quite often something that gets him on the bad side of people. He doesn’t try to dodge around a point, and he doesn’t allow people to sway his opinions easily. He is open-minded and willing to listen, but he knows his mind and he’s not about to get pushed around, not to mention the fact that he is nearly as stubborn as his parents. He likes to make new friends, but is not the sort to have an overly expanded social life. He’s not particularly standoffish, and he can be an incorrigible flirter at times, but he also respects a person’s private space, and tries to remain conscious of how his actions affect those around him. He includes the environment around him in this, not just his fellow humans or the Weyr animals. He’s the sort to use and save what can be used and saved, and hates unnecessary waste, especially waste of a life.
History: Lyxias was born on Torene Island in a tiny cothold to Lyxaen and Drystias, a common sort of couple who had two sons before him, four daughters after, and another son after that. With a grand total of eight children, the two parents were never at a lack for responsibilities. Though Black Earth Cothold was about as remote as it could be on the island, Lyx’s parents were educated enough to read and write. Determined that their children should have this skill, they made sure that each of the many siblings were similarly educated. His elder twin brothers, Draen and Dryxias, both followed the expectation that they would run the cothold after their father grew too elderly to do so, and it was taken for granted that Lyx would do the same. But ever since Lyx saw dragons for the first time, he’d thought of little else. Even as his daily fun of prank-pulling and Hold-exploring continued, he dreamed of the day when he would be the one riding over a Hold on the back of a huge dragon. The eldest of his sisters, Drystaen, was equally fascinated with dragons, and as soon as the two were old enough, they plotted how they would travel to the Weyr and Impress.
His parents soon realized that their son would never be a farmer, and they encouraged him in what he was interested in, knowing the vice of forcing a child to follow a path they didn’t want. The two parents saved and pinched and, one Gather, brought home two fire lizard eggs for their dragon-crazed youngsters, promising that they would try to get the siblings an opportunity to participate in the first Search they would be old enough to participate in. Lyxias’ egg hatched into the brown Inkryll who still accompanies him today. Drystaen’s hatched into a much smaller green, whom she named Chloryll. For the next Turn, the future looked bright to ten-year-old Lyxias. He dreamed of Turning 12 and being Searched, and spent many hours in discussion of this time with his one Turn younger sister. He agreed to wait for her twelfth birthday, not wanting to sever the bonds between the two of them.
His bright future was interrupted by an unexpected turn of events. Working in the field one day, Lyxias was suddenly beset by a whirl of fear and pain from his beloved Inkryll, who oftened wandered far in the jungles, exploring. A wild dash through the forest, farm tool in hand, brought him face to snarl with a hungry jungle cat. Inkryll clung to the lower branches of a tree, wounded and weakening. Fiercely as he fought, the eleven Turn Lyx was no match for a wiry feline. By the time his family caught up to him, it was too late to prevent serious injuries. The sudden arrival of Lyx’s angry father and the only somewhat smaller twins convinced the jungle cat to abandon its prey, leaving Lyx unconscious and Inkryll in slightly better shape. Lyx’s family tried their level best to care for him properly, but with limited supplies, knowledge, and access to Healing facilities, Lyx’s injuries grew complicated. Beset by infection and fever, the somewhat skinny preteen dwindled away, hovering on the edge of death. Through fierce determination and no small amount of luck, his mother nursed him away from the precipice and back to health. The consequence of his near-death experience was the viciously ravaged face and a crippled hand. His dominant hand all but useless, barely able to farm, Lyxias found his dreams of dragonriding cruelly dashed.
Inkryll also survived, heavily scarred but otherwise recovering fully. Lyxias descended into depression, becoming surly and completely unlike himself. He would lash out at his family for no reason, and began spending as much time alone as he could. Finally, even Drystaen got fed up with his inability to accept the fact of his injuries. His hand, which might have been salvaged, at least partially, through physical therapy, grew stiff and unused. His youngest siblings, still toddlers, became scared of the gloomy, violent whirlwind that he would become in the grip of his fits of rage. Drystaen was Searched and left for White Sands Weyr, where she Impressed the green Akselith on her first time Standing.
Finally, three Turns after the accident, Lyxias began to realize how foolish he was being. Pushing his outrage and grief into the back of his mind, he forced himself to exercise the fingers left to him on his dominant hand. He had already become capable of everyday life using his left hand, but now he pushed his dexterity and maneuverability with revitalized determination. Angry with himself for how he had treated his family, he reached out to them, trying to be the son and brother that they remembered. He finally sent a real reply to Drystaen’s many exasperated and concerned letters, apologizing, and was quickly rewarded with a long, effusive letter scolding him on the immaturity of his behavior. Lyx soon realized that the intensive life of dragonriding was still far beyond his grasp. Determined to discover a new passion, the young teenager found it when a Journeyman Healer arrived at their cothold on his way to a new post in a nearby Hold. Within twenty minutes of engaging the man in conversation, Lyx knew what he wanted to devote his life to. Delighted with his recovery, his parents immediately arranged to have him study at the Healer Crafthall.
Lyxias learned quickly. Having once devoted much energy and spirit to his dragonriding passion, Lyxias now poured all of his ability into Healing. Though he was one of the older apprentices, he quickly caught up to his peers, walking the tables and attaining Journeyman AP3 at a rather respectable age of twenty-six. He spent time at many Holds in the Island Chain, preferring to stay close to the place where he’d grown up. Drystaen was transferred to Monaco Bay Weyr, but the two remain close by corresponding via their fire lizard companions. At the age of thirty, he walked the tables and attained the rank of Master Healer. Shortly thereafter, he accepted a post at White Sands Weyr, and has been living there ever since. Now he works as a dedicated and relatively skilled Healer, specializing in infectious diseases and maintaining a relatively developed skill as an herbalist.
Family Connections: Mother: Drystias Father: Lyxaen Brothers: Draen, Dryxias, and Lystias Sisters: Drystaen, Dryx, Lystaen and Lyxae
Inkryll
[/center]Age: 13
Appearance: Large and sturdy, even for brown, Inkryll is very nearly the same dark shade of brown as Lyx’s hair, so that in low lightings, it could almost be mistaken for black (this being the reason for his name). He has many jagged scars on his tail and rear end, the result of being somewhat chewed up by the jungle cat which mauled Lyxias’ hand. These scars are shallower and better healed than Lyx’s, but still gleam brightly on his dark hide.
Personality: Level-headed and adventurous, Inkryll’s encounter with the jungle cat only slightly dampened his enthusiasm for exploration. Inkryll is very aware of his somewhat extraordinary stature, and takes every advantage of it in his many, many Flights. Be it gold or green, Inkryll never misses a chance to Chase, and is quite successful overall in his pursuits. Flirtatious and socially outgoing, Inkryll may well have more female friends than his human, and he shows no sign of slowing down.
Thanks Rascal!