Post by ÆRO on Jun 8, 2009 14:20:18 GMT -5
Name: Rioe [ri-Oh]
Age:19
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank:Candidate
Appearance: Slim and lithe, Rioe is quite proud of his physique of being rather smooth and clean cut for a man. Not boyish by any means, but simply well groomed. Broad shouldered, he is a fairly toned young man after running about the plains of Pern with the caravan of traders that he belonged to. Already brimming with male conceit, he is rather proud about his flashy sense of style.
With rather tan skin from staying out all day in the sun, and then all night under the brilliant stars, Rioe’s dirty blonde hair is streaked with lighter shades of platinum. Soft and silky, he grooms his purposely shaggily cut hair meticulously. 75% of his pride as a man is with his ‘silky locks’, while the remaining 25% is shared with his cornflower blue eyes, the generous smile, his innate charm and charisma, and the fact that woman just seemed drawn to him.
With rather long lashes brushing the dust away from his blue eyes, his face has one contradicting feature that he finds really distasteful. Rioe has rather short slanted upward eyebrows, that give him a rather irritated look across his face when he forgets to smile. But he never forgets to smile, and so this isn’t as big of an issue as he makes it out to be.
Along with the rest of his figure, he has rather large hands and long fingers that end in oddly painted dark brown and gold nails. Apparently these nails are symbolic of his rank in his trader caravan, but to those outside those circles it just seems rather feminine, well to the men at least but to the woman it’s just another one of his charms.
Personality: Rioe is easy going and charismatic to the core, willing to chase any decent looking piece of tail in a skirt. Due to his rather active libido he knows his way around the females, with smooth gestures, suave words, and the occasional long lashed wink.
Although he seems to be rather the positive energy in the room, he seems to have trouble with determination and persistent. Rioe gives up on things rather easily, due to the fact that he’s so used to getting what he wants easily and quickly, such as women.
An open book that constantly clashes with other men easily, due to his not caring about anything that doesn’t have the slightest hint of involving him, Rioe is self-centered and can easily state that Pern revolves around him, with a serious smile on his smile creased face.
Even though he is almost always seen with a smile, Rioe does have his more negative moments, as whenever a conquest fails he’ll go into a sulky and disagreeable mood until he spots a new girl to go after, but then again this rarely happens, as it IS Rioe we’re talking about.
Oh and one more thing, he is very and I mean extremely homophobic. This womanizer will break out into hives at the slightest man touch, although he does rather enjoy the sight of women having fun with each other. Naughty, naughty.
History: Growing up with adopted Trader parents, Rioe was thriving in the constant traveling and the new sights and sounds that he was introduced to. And of course with this constant moving around, it was hard for Rioe to make any commitments and as he grew older, commitments got harder and harder to make, especially to the women that he liked to play around with.
As a child he loved to run between the legs of the Runnerbeasts as they picked their way across mountain trails and grassy plains, dragging large covered wagons in a long caravan of Traders. Frolicking about underfoot the busy adults, he was often seen as a mischievous child that constantly got into fights with the other boy children, inducing that he played with the girl children. Although these fights, as he called them were mostly him running about screaming his head off, while the other boys tried and accomplished in beating him black and blue. In all honestly, as a child Rioe had been quite weak and frail, and was the prime prey for the more masculine boys. Gaining a complete aversion to the male gender, Rioe has gained a rather odd mental issue. On contact with another male, he will typically break out into hives.
As these children grew and as these girls hit puberty earlier then the boys, the always came to him with their feelings for other boys, hoping that another boy would be able to solve their problems. From these sessions Rioe learned how the female mind worked and stored the knowledge away for the future.
It was during a rather monotone and sweltering day, that a large shadow suddenly swooped past the caravan, blocking out the sun for a few moments. Looking ahead the Traders saw the beating wings of a Green, who landed gracefully with a gentle thud as contact was made with the ground below. The sudden appearance of the large creature, frightened the Runnerbeasts, many of whom screamed in fear and started bucking in their harnesses. The Trader people while fascinated by the dragon before them, were much too professional to ignore the dangerous possibilities that could happen if the Runnerbeasts escalated in their excited state, and in unison they all turned to settle their precious animals who pulled along the even more precious cargo. Rioe on the other hand was a bit distracted by the clearly effeminate figure that was sliding down from her perch on the Green. Cocking an eyebrow and a rather confident grin spreading across his face, he took a step toward the approaching dragonrider, before being swatted at by the young woman already standing next to him. The brown eyed Trader girl next to him gave him a little glare, and pointedly looked at the nervously shifting Runnerbeast in his care. With a sheepish grin the young man turned to coo softly at the sandy brown beast before him. Murmuring softly and petting the creature from the length of its forehead down to its snout, Rioe stared into the black depths of the long lashed eyes, with a small smile upon his face.
Next thing he knew, he felt the warm breath of a husky voice next to his ear and a rather self-assured hand slowly sliding down his shoulder toward his hand, “So…You’re the one that Yuralth sensed.”
On the word “sensed”, a hand tightened around his wrist, and Rioe felt a shiver go down his spine in excitement. Perhaps his mind was jumping to conclusions, but it seemed rather like she was coming on to him. In a sultry voice the woman continued, “You seem like a fine specimen for a candidate.”
Taking a deep gulp, Rioe slowly turned around to look at the smirking face of the voluptuous young woman that radiated confidence that equaled his own. There was something quite inviting about her attitude, and this was something Rioe liked. And so he did follow her, although perhaps with a different idea in mind then the purpose of the rider. His departure was met with a shrug from his Trader family, as people came and went as they liked constantly, and this was not something new.
Upon dragonback, he was actually quite surprised by the thrill of exhilaration and adrenaline the pumped through his person. The sudden frost of between was just as thrilling, despite the rumors of death and fear that accompany it. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was gripping the woman around her waist, and sitting so close to her, that his body was literally glued against hers.
Arriving at the Weyr, Rioe had eagerly followed her, imagining the fun they would have once in private, but was abruptly stopped with an incredulous laugh. With a hand placed in front of her mouth, as she issued her disbelief, the rider gave a surprised smile, “Did you really think I would allow a mere Candidate to bed me?”
“Hah! Maybe one day after you impress some great dragon. Maybe even a nice Brown or Bronze. Maybe I’ll think about it then.” The rider laughed as she strode away, swaying her hips as she walked,
as if rubbing the fact in his face.
Rioe was led away flabbergasted that a woman had actually refused his attention and affections, by an older gentleman who simply rolled his eyes, as he instructed the young man about the Weyr and Candidacy.
Other: As his hives are a mental product, they tend to go away with time, but during the period where they are blistering red and throbbing about his skin, he becomes very antisocial, even to females and prefers to hide under his covers, in a very immature fashion.
Age:19
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank:Candidate
Appearance: Slim and lithe, Rioe is quite proud of his physique of being rather smooth and clean cut for a man. Not boyish by any means, but simply well groomed. Broad shouldered, he is a fairly toned young man after running about the plains of Pern with the caravan of traders that he belonged to. Already brimming with male conceit, he is rather proud about his flashy sense of style.
With rather tan skin from staying out all day in the sun, and then all night under the brilliant stars, Rioe’s dirty blonde hair is streaked with lighter shades of platinum. Soft and silky, he grooms his purposely shaggily cut hair meticulously. 75% of his pride as a man is with his ‘silky locks’, while the remaining 25% is shared with his cornflower blue eyes, the generous smile, his innate charm and charisma, and the fact that woman just seemed drawn to him.
With rather long lashes brushing the dust away from his blue eyes, his face has one contradicting feature that he finds really distasteful. Rioe has rather short slanted upward eyebrows, that give him a rather irritated look across his face when he forgets to smile. But he never forgets to smile, and so this isn’t as big of an issue as he makes it out to be.
Along with the rest of his figure, he has rather large hands and long fingers that end in oddly painted dark brown and gold nails. Apparently these nails are symbolic of his rank in his trader caravan, but to those outside those circles it just seems rather feminine, well to the men at least but to the woman it’s just another one of his charms.
Personality: Rioe is easy going and charismatic to the core, willing to chase any decent looking piece of tail in a skirt. Due to his rather active libido he knows his way around the females, with smooth gestures, suave words, and the occasional long lashed wink.
Although he seems to be rather the positive energy in the room, he seems to have trouble with determination and persistent. Rioe gives up on things rather easily, due to the fact that he’s so used to getting what he wants easily and quickly, such as women.
An open book that constantly clashes with other men easily, due to his not caring about anything that doesn’t have the slightest hint of involving him, Rioe is self-centered and can easily state that Pern revolves around him, with a serious smile on his smile creased face.
Even though he is almost always seen with a smile, Rioe does have his more negative moments, as whenever a conquest fails he’ll go into a sulky and disagreeable mood until he spots a new girl to go after, but then again this rarely happens, as it IS Rioe we’re talking about.
Oh and one more thing, he is very and I mean extremely homophobic. This womanizer will break out into hives at the slightest man touch, although he does rather enjoy the sight of women having fun with each other. Naughty, naughty.
History: Growing up with adopted Trader parents, Rioe was thriving in the constant traveling and the new sights and sounds that he was introduced to. And of course with this constant moving around, it was hard for Rioe to make any commitments and as he grew older, commitments got harder and harder to make, especially to the women that he liked to play around with.
As a child he loved to run between the legs of the Runnerbeasts as they picked their way across mountain trails and grassy plains, dragging large covered wagons in a long caravan of Traders. Frolicking about underfoot the busy adults, he was often seen as a mischievous child that constantly got into fights with the other boy children, inducing that he played with the girl children. Although these fights, as he called them were mostly him running about screaming his head off, while the other boys tried and accomplished in beating him black and blue. In all honestly, as a child Rioe had been quite weak and frail, and was the prime prey for the more masculine boys. Gaining a complete aversion to the male gender, Rioe has gained a rather odd mental issue. On contact with another male, he will typically break out into hives.
As these children grew and as these girls hit puberty earlier then the boys, the always came to him with their feelings for other boys, hoping that another boy would be able to solve their problems. From these sessions Rioe learned how the female mind worked and stored the knowledge away for the future.
It was during a rather monotone and sweltering day, that a large shadow suddenly swooped past the caravan, blocking out the sun for a few moments. Looking ahead the Traders saw the beating wings of a Green, who landed gracefully with a gentle thud as contact was made with the ground below. The sudden appearance of the large creature, frightened the Runnerbeasts, many of whom screamed in fear and started bucking in their harnesses. The Trader people while fascinated by the dragon before them, were much too professional to ignore the dangerous possibilities that could happen if the Runnerbeasts escalated in their excited state, and in unison they all turned to settle their precious animals who pulled along the even more precious cargo. Rioe on the other hand was a bit distracted by the clearly effeminate figure that was sliding down from her perch on the Green. Cocking an eyebrow and a rather confident grin spreading across his face, he took a step toward the approaching dragonrider, before being swatted at by the young woman already standing next to him. The brown eyed Trader girl next to him gave him a little glare, and pointedly looked at the nervously shifting Runnerbeast in his care. With a sheepish grin the young man turned to coo softly at the sandy brown beast before him. Murmuring softly and petting the creature from the length of its forehead down to its snout, Rioe stared into the black depths of the long lashed eyes, with a small smile upon his face.
Next thing he knew, he felt the warm breath of a husky voice next to his ear and a rather self-assured hand slowly sliding down his shoulder toward his hand, “So…You’re the one that Yuralth sensed.”
On the word “sensed”, a hand tightened around his wrist, and Rioe felt a shiver go down his spine in excitement. Perhaps his mind was jumping to conclusions, but it seemed rather like she was coming on to him. In a sultry voice the woman continued, “You seem like a fine specimen for a candidate.”
Taking a deep gulp, Rioe slowly turned around to look at the smirking face of the voluptuous young woman that radiated confidence that equaled his own. There was something quite inviting about her attitude, and this was something Rioe liked. And so he did follow her, although perhaps with a different idea in mind then the purpose of the rider. His departure was met with a shrug from his Trader family, as people came and went as they liked constantly, and this was not something new.
Upon dragonback, he was actually quite surprised by the thrill of exhilaration and adrenaline the pumped through his person. The sudden frost of between was just as thrilling, despite the rumors of death and fear that accompany it. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was gripping the woman around her waist, and sitting so close to her, that his body was literally glued against hers.
Arriving at the Weyr, Rioe had eagerly followed her, imagining the fun they would have once in private, but was abruptly stopped with an incredulous laugh. With a hand placed in front of her mouth, as she issued her disbelief, the rider gave a surprised smile, “Did you really think I would allow a mere Candidate to bed me?”
“Hah! Maybe one day after you impress some great dragon. Maybe even a nice Brown or Bronze. Maybe I’ll think about it then.” The rider laughed as she strode away, swaying her hips as she walked,
as if rubbing the fact in his face.
Rioe was led away flabbergasted that a woman had actually refused his attention and affections, by an older gentleman who simply rolled his eyes, as he instructed the young man about the Weyr and Candidacy.
Other: As his hives are a mental product, they tend to go away with time, but during the period where they are blistering red and throbbing about his skin, he becomes very antisocial, even to females and prefers to hide under his covers, in a very immature fashion.
