https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/api.php?action=feedcontributions&feedformat=atom&user=Lazer 2026-05-15T22:35:23Z User contributions MediaWiki 1.24.2 https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=74272 2015-06-27T21:28:31Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> '''[[Kaelige]]''': ''Best Friend, Probably.'' Hey, new friend! :D<br /> <br /> == Other Stuff == <br /> <br /> === Personality Profile: ENFP ===<br /> <br /> The [http://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality ENFP] personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7 percent of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.<br /> <br /> === Soundtrack ===<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]'''<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> * '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTRY3B8Hulg The Jam - Ghosts]'''<br /> <br /> :''You keep it hidden just like everyone,<br /> :''You're scared to show you care it'll make you vulnerable.<br /> :''So you wear that ghost around you for disguise,<br /> :''But there's no need just 'cause it's all we've known.<br /> :''There's more inside you that you haven't shown.<br /> <br /> *'''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7J8SoLlzfs Bing Crosby - Livin' in the Sunlight, Lovin' in the Moonlight]'''<br /> :''I'm so happy, happy-go-lucky me,<br /> :''I just go my way, living ev'ry day.<br /> :''I don't worry, worrying don't agree,<br /> :''Winter, Fall and Spring, I just smile and sing.<br /> :''Things that bother you, never bother me,<br /> :''I think ev'rything's fine.<br /> :''Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight<br /> :''Having a wonderful time.<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=74254 2015-06-27T19:54:34Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> '''[[Kaelige]]''': ''Best Friend, Probably.'' Hey, new friend! :D<br /> <br /> == Other Stuff == <br /> <br /> === Personality Profile: ENFP ===<br /> <br /> The [http://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality ENFP] personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7 percent of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.<br /> <br /> === Soundtrack ===<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]'''<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> * '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTRY3B8Hulg The Jam - Ghosts]'''<br /> <br /> :''You keep it hidden just like everyone,<br /> :''You're scared to show you care it'll make you vulnerable.<br /> :''So you wear that ghost around you for disguise,<br /> :''But there's no need just 'cause it's all we've known.<br /> :''There's more inside you that you haven't shown.<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=74090 2015-06-25T04:47:09Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> '''[[Kaelige]]''': ''Best Friend, Probably.'' Hey, new friend! :D<br /> <br /> == Other Stuff == <br /> <br /> === Personality Profile: ENFP ===<br /> <br /> The [http://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality ENFP] personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7 percent of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.<br /> <br /> === Soundtrack ===<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

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<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Log<br /> |who=Jemizen, Kaelige,<br /> |what=Jem abandons work while Kaelige abandons sobriety.<br /> |where=Nighthearth, Fort Weyr<br /> |involves=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> |day=27<br /> |month=1<br /> |turn=38<br /> |IP=Interval<br /> |IP2=10<br /> |gamedate=2015.06.23<br /> |quote=&quot;You've never done anything worth while?&quot;<br /> |weather=From morning straight through until well into the night, large, soft-looking snow falls steadily.<br /> |mentions=Dee,<br /> |type=Log<br /> |icons-new=Icon jemizen smile.jpg, Icon Kaelige hood.jpg,<br /> |desc=An irregular archway leads into the alcove that houses the Nighthearth. <br /> This cozy little nook contains a hearth, protected by a grate that can be <br /> used to prop chilled feet to warm on cold days, that is surrounded with a <br /> several leather, upholstered chairs. A small table pushed against the same<br /> wall as the hearth is kept stocked at all times with fresh, hot klah, a <br /> pot of stew, and a basket of baked goods including breads and both savory <br /> and sweet filled rolls. The Weyr's aunties also keep the space supplied <br /> with a stack of perpetually renewed afghans in interesting color choices, <br /> while the Headwoman's staff ensures that some of the older towels are <br /> always on hand on a row of hooks for riders ducking in off of sweeps in <br /> bad weather. Otherwise, the Nighthearth is undecorated but for the motley <br /> collection of mismatched mugs, bowls, and spoons that line the mantel for <br /> general use.<br /> |log=It's late afternoon, that time before the dinner rush in which most weyrfolk are finishing up the last of their tasks at hand in order to be able to enjoy that break. Kaelige is not one of those people. As little of a surprise as that may come to most, what is different is that the hooded teen is by himself today. And not so scarce as to be hard to find. There's not even a conversation worth eavesdropping on at the Nighthearth, nigh empty at this hour with the occassional visitor grabbing a mug or sweetroll. Kaelige is seated in one of the leather chairs, turned around so that his chest is rested against the backrest. A flask is in one hand, and there's some color to his cheeks that can't wholly be blamed on the hearth's fire.<br /> <br /> After spending most of the day in the kitchens helping to prepare the food on offer in the Nighthearth, Jemizen feels that he's due a break. So after coming in from the kitchens to deliver another tray of sweetrolls on the already-laden table, he grabs a plate, piles it high, and scans the mostly-empty chairs in search of a friendly face. Kaelige's face, if not especially friendly is at least familiar, so Jem bounds over to his fellow candidate, offering an enthusiastic, &quot;Kaelige, Hi!&quot; and an oh-so-sunny smile in greeting. He doesn't wait for an invitation to pull up the chair next to the hooded figure.<br /> <br /> When his name is spoken in such a tremendously friendly manner, head and flask together are tipped back as Kaelige takes a long drink from whatever beverage is held within it. The way he grits his teeth, and furrows his brow indicates it's nothing short of strong. Only after that's completed is he willing to turn his attention to ''that'' voice. &quot;Jemizen.&quot; Is his greeting, though not overtly friendly it doesn't seem outright negative either- which is a good thing? Blue-green eyes, just a touch red-touched of their whites, watch him until he's just about to sit before he drops his gaze to stare at the flask itself as if it's just that interesting. &quot;Done with your chores?&quot; A safe question, a candidate question. Something he'd be expected to ask.<br /> <br /> Now that he's settled comfortably beside Kaelige, Jemizen makes note of the strong fumes emanating from that flask. His features scrunch up as he makes a face. &quot;I haven't the stomach for that,&quot; is noted companionably before he starts digging into those sweetrolls, though the not-overtly-friendly greeting gets another ick-face. &quot;Just 'Jem'!&quot; The admonishment is necessary, since they are the very best of New Friends. Two more sweetrolls meet their demise before Jem answers brightly, &quot;Done for now. But not, like... officially. Probably.&quot; Shrug! The brightness of Jem's shiny-white, smiling teeth would probably grate even in the soberest of circumstances, but his sunniness cannot be diminished by Kael's shadows, alas. &quot;What are you up to?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How-&quot; Kaelige tips the flask at him, a brow raised beneath the shadow of his hood which is, fortunately or unfortunately, back enough to reveal the majority of his face &quot;-do you do these trivial things and still be so-&quot; He searches for the right word and, failing, decides on &quot;you.&quot; Apparently Jem ''is'' the the new noun and adjective for the state of happiness. He seems 'okay' with Jem joining him, at least, given the current state he's put himself in. For awhile after that 'gem' of a statement, he watches the other candidate consume some of the fresh sweetrolls with an interest that almost may lend to him wanting one as well. But he wouldn't reach for one before adding, &quot;You should.&quot; Comes his delayed response to Jem's opinion on the alcohol, &quot;Maybe you'll be an angry drunk, throw a punch or two.&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen considers Kaelige's question carefully. Thoughtful contemplation interrupts his cheeriness, if only for a few moments. &quot;I've never done anything that ''wasn't'' trivial. So how else should I be?&quot; Sound logic calls for ever brighter smiles, and as Jem rises to gather more sweetrolls and pour two mugs of klah he actually ''whistles''. Upon returning to his seat, he makes another ick-face before admitting, &quot;I've never been able to drink enough to get drunk. I always get sick first.&quot; But stuffing several sweetrolls into his face does nothing to unbalance his stomach, apparently. &quot;I don't wanna punch anybody, anyway. Or cry. Or get sick. So I'll stick to this.&quot; He raises his mug of klah, toasting Kaelige before wondering aloud, &quot;You're not the sick kind of drunk, and you're not throwing any punches, so what kind of drunk are you?&quot; Jem needs to know if he should expect either tears or a drunken pass to come his way.<br /> <br /> &quot;You've never done anything worth while?&quot; A serious question, that, the hooded teen's brow raised again in curiosity that would be amused if he didn't have a particularly distracted aspect to him. He leans on his forearms over the back of the chair, fingers picking at the cap he'd briefly replaced on the flask. &quot;There's so many options.&quot; Apparently Jem's inability to drink just took rank over doing important things in life, &quot;Wine, liquor, beer.. Surely there's something.&quot; He's tipsy ''enough'' that there was almost an admonishment of 'we' in finding him something. &quot;-Yet.&quot; He corrects on Jem's wondering, his eyes dark by trouble and personality if not by their blue-green color turn to him to study his expression, &quot;Maybe I am a fightin' drunk. Just need a couple more.&quot; Not that he's supposed to get that drunk. Candidate rules and all. &quot;But no.&quot; He shrugs a lopsided, half-hearted shrug, &quot;Takes a lot for me. And I just think.&quot; Are they really sharing a moment right now? He must've had more than he thinks he did.<br /> <br /> Jemizen rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug. &quot;Worth while to who? I think it's worth while to play, and hang out with Dee, and just have fun.&quot; Looking appropraitely chagrined, he explains, &quot;But those things aren't important to most people.&quot; Another carefree shrug is given before he follows the conversation along to its most important track. &quot;Wine and liquor are right out. Maybe an ale? Something light? Southern doesn't have the right kinds of plants or whatever for good, light beer. What are they called? Dee would know.&quot; Hops. He means hops. And really, Kaelige has only himself to blame for this: &quot;What do you think about?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You if you're selfish, others if you're,&quot; well, &quot;her.&quot; Kaelige's reference, in regards to worthwhile-ness, to Dee might just be because Jemizen brought her up first. Maybe. &quot;And what is your 'fun' exactly?&quot; One of the biggest supporters of slacking off of chores themselves, perhaps what others do with that time is a curious thing to him, though no real effort is made to seem like he actually ''cares''. Kael drops his head slightly, leaning more into the back of the chair, putting more weight onto his forearms. Almost as if getting 'comfortable' in that spot. His face is warmed with the alcohol, head buzzed, even if he smells about as strongly as that drink of his. And as sorta-friendly as he's been until now, that changes at the otherwise innocent question, &quot;None of your business.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I care about others.&quot; Jem's voice is still light, as he says it, so he's not about to argue the point. &quot;It just... doesn't always occur to me to think about others. Not all the time, like,&quot; well, her. &quot;But I'm not selfish.&quot; Here his voice definitely rises at the end, making this less a statement and more a question. &quot;I mean, I want to help Dee...&quot; He trails off, looking suddenly wary. &quot;Nevermind.&quot; Smooth. The question of fun returns Jem to full brightness. &quot;I like to think, too. About places I'll go, stuff I'll do. Adventures!&quot; And thinking constantly about these things takes up so much time that he couldn't possibly get down to the business of ever actually ''doing'' any of the things he constantly imagines doing. After another sip of klah, Jem points out with a grin, &quot;Saying that only makes me more interested, you know.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Then doing these menial things should do it for you.&quot; Kaelige's words are ever so slightly slurred as that long swig earlier starts to take effect. &quot;They're supposed to-&quot; Flask is gestured with again, kindof towards the sweetrolls the other candidate had walked in with, his face scrunched in a 'whatever' sort of expression, &quot;be helpful and teamwork and all that crap.&quot; Buzzed is not enough to be dealing with Jem right now, and Kaelige is sipping more. His expression changes into what could be taken as an angry, and when he pulls the flask away from himself and turns it over demonstrating its emptiness, it's clear why. &quot;Help her what? With all the nonsense she does?&quot; To make up for this newfound disappointment, a thumb and forefinger tug at the peak of his hood, &quot;Doesn't matter if you're 'nterested in it.&quot;<br /> <br /> There's that ick-face again. &quot;But it's ''work''.&quot; And their mutual disdain for such things was supposed to bond them together in ~friendship~! &quot;I want adventure, not sweetrolls.&quot; And yet, Jemizen is rising from his seat to retrieve more. He returns in time to see the flask upended, eyebrows raised as its emptiness is so clearly demonstrated. His voice fills with admittedly obnoxious gravitas as he intones, &quot;It's not nonsense. Not to Dee. It's important to her.&quot; Once the fifth (and hopefully final) sweetroll is consumed, Jem props an elbow on the arm of his chair and regards Kaelige with wry amusement. &quot;You ''are'' an angry drunk. But that's okay. I won't ask what you're thinking anymore. As long as you don't punch me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Kaelige looks over at Jem from beneath his self-made shadow only once he's returned from his sweetroll mission. He'd not make that much effort to follow him even that far across the room. &quot;Aye, all far too important to her.&quot; Is that a nerve struck? There's ''too much'' anger in that to be just from his alcohol. &quot;I'm not going to punch you.&quot; It's not entirely believable, nor really an invitation for questions, especially with the level of aggrivation even something as simple as an empty container apparently made him. His next question seems completely unrelated to the topics at hand, but maybe it's related to that which he 'isn't' willing to share, &quot;Do you want to go back to Southern?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;If Dee thinks it's important, then it ''is'' really important, so it can't be ''too'' important.&quot; Jem states, simply, though he arches a brow at Kaelige's vehemence regarding the matter. He wants to ask, but the vague promise of no punches wasn't exactly reassuring. Instead, he'll answer, with a patented lazy shrug and vaguely vapid smile. &quot;Maybe! Though I've finally gotten a bit more used to the climate here.&quot; He tugs on a sleeve to demonstrate: down to only ''two'' sweaters, now! He finishes off his last sip of klah before admitting, &quot;I'll go back if Dee does. She wants to, I think. Uh oh.&quot; Jem's eyes fall upon the irate-looking cook striding into the Nighthearth, her own narrowed eyes glaring at him. He shoots out of his chair, all apologetic smiles, &quot;Hey. Hi! I was just heading back to the kitchens. Just now. Just this minute.&quot; Kaelige gets an affectionate clap on the shoulder and a smile before Jem bounds along after the put-upon cook.<br /> |Categories=FTW Clutch 32 Logs<br /> }}</div>

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Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Logs:Sunshine_and_Shadow&diff=74039 2015-06-24T01:03:02Z

<p>Lazer: Created page with &quot;{{Log |who=Jemizen, Kaelige, |what=Jem abandons work while Kaelige abandons sobriety. |where=Nighthearth, Fort Weyr |involves=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr |day=27 |month=1 |turn=3...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Log<br /> |who=Jemizen, Kaelige,<br /> |what=Jem abandons work while Kaelige abandons sobriety.<br /> |where=Nighthearth, Fort Weyr<br /> |involves=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> |day=27<br /> |month=1<br /> |turn=38<br /> |IP=Interval<br /> |IP2=10<br /> |gamedate=2015.06.23<br /> |quote=&quot;You've never done anything worth while?&quot;<br /> |weather=From morning straight through until well into the night, large, soft-looking snow falls steadily.<br /> |mentions=Dee,<br /> |type=Log<br /> |icons-new=Icon jemizen.jpg, Icon Kaelige hood.jpg,<br /> |desc=An irregular archway leads into the alcove that houses the Nighthearth. <br /> This cozy little nook contains a hearth, protected by a grate that can be <br /> used to prop chilled feet to warm on cold days, that is surrounded with a <br /> several leather, upholstered chairs. A small table pushed against the same<br /> wall as the hearth is kept stocked at all times with fresh, hot klah, a <br /> pot of stew, and a basket of baked goods including breads and both savory <br /> and sweet filled rolls. The Weyr's aunties also keep the space supplied <br /> with a stack of perpetually renewed afghans in interesting color choices, <br /> while the Headwoman's staff ensures that some of the older towels are <br /> always on hand on a row of hooks for riders ducking in off of sweeps in <br /> bad weather. Otherwise, the Nighthearth is undecorated but for the motley <br /> collection of mismatched mugs, bowls, and spoons that line the mantel for <br /> general use.<br /> |log=It's late afternoon, that time before the dinner rush in which most weyrfolk are finishing up the last of their tasks at hand in order to be able to enjoy that break. Kaelige is not one of those people. As little of a surprise as that may come to most, what is different is that the hooded teen is by himself today. And not so scarce as to be hard to find. There's not even a conversation worth eavesdropping on at the Nighthearth, nigh empty at this hour with the occassional visitor grabbing a mug or sweetroll. Kaelige is seated in one of the leather chairs, turned around so that his chest is rested against the backrest. A flask is in one hand, and there's some color to his cheeks that can't wholly be blamed on the hearth's fire.<br /> <br /> After spending most of the day in the kitchens helping to prepare the food on offer in the Nighthearth, Jemizen feels that he's due a break. So after coming in from the kitchens to deliver another tray of sweetrolls on the already-laden table, he grabs a plate, piles it high, and scans the mostly-empty chairs in search of a friendly face. Kaelige's face, if not especially friendly is at least familiar, so Jem bounds over to his fellow candidate, offering an enthusiastic, &quot;Kaelige, Hi!&quot; and an oh-so-sunny smile in greeting. He doesn't wait for an invitation to pull up the chair next to the hooded figure.<br /> <br /> When his name is spoken in such a tremendously friendly manner, head and flask together are tipped back as Kaelige takes a long drink from whatever beverage is held within it. The way he grits his teeth, and furrows his brow indicates it's nothing short of strong. Only after that's completed is he willing to turn his attention to ''that'' voice. &quot;Jemizen.&quot; Is his greeting, though not overtly friendly it doesn't seem outright negative either- which is a good thing? Blue-green eyes, just a touch red-touched of their whites, watch him until he's just about to sit before he drops his gaze to stare at the flask itself as if it's just that interesting. &quot;Done with your chores?&quot; A safe question, a candidate question. Something he'd be expected to ask.<br /> <br /> Now that he's settled comfortably beside Kaelige, Jemizen makes note of the strong fumes emanating from that flask. His features scrunch up as he makes a face. &quot;I haven't the stomach for that,&quot; is noted companionably before he starts digging into those sweetrolls, though the not-overtly-friendly greeting gets another ick-face. &quot;Just 'Jem'!&quot; The admonishment is necessary, since they are the very best of New Friends. Two more sweetrolls meet their demise before Jem answers brightly, &quot;Done for now. But not, like... officially. Probably.&quot; Shrug! The brightness of Jem's shiny-white, smiling teeth would probably grate even in the soberest of circumstances, but his sunniness cannot be diminished by Kael's shadows, alas. &quot;What are you up to?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;How-&quot; Kaelige tips the flask at him, a brow raised beneath the shadow of his hood which is, fortunately or unfortunately, back enough to reveal the majority of his face &quot;-do you do these trivial things and still be so-&quot; He searches for the right word and, failing, decides on &quot;you.&quot; Apparently Jem ''is'' the the new noun and adjective for the state of happiness. He seems 'okay' with Jem joining him, at least, given the current state he's put himself in. For awhile after that 'gem' of a statement, he watches the other candidate consume some of the fresh sweetrolls with an interest that almost may lend to him wanting one as well. But he wouldn't reach for one before adding, &quot;You should.&quot; Comes his delayed response to Jem's opinion on the alcohol, &quot;Maybe you'll be an angry drunk, throw a punch or two.&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen considers Kaelige's question carefully. Thoughtful contemplation interrupts his cheeriness, if only for a few moments. &quot;I've never done anything that ''wasn't'' trivial. So how else should I be?&quot; Sound logic calls for ever brighter smiles, and as Jem rises to gather more sweetrolls and pour two mugs of klah he actually ''whistles''. Upon returning to his seat, he makes another ick-face before admitting, &quot;I've never been able to drink enough to get drunk. I always get sick first.&quot; But stuffing several sweetrolls into his face does nothing to unbalance his stomach, apparently. &quot;I don't wanna punch anybody, anyway. Or cry. Or get sick. So I'll stick to this.&quot; He raises his mug of klah, toasting Kaelige before wondering aloud, &quot;You're not the sick kind of drunk, and you're not throwing any punches, so what kind of drunk are you?&quot; Jem needs to know if he should expect either tears or a drunken pass to come his way.<br /> <br /> &quot;You've never done anything worth while?&quot; A serious question, that, the hooded teen's brow raised again in curiosity that would be amused if he didn't have a particularly distracted aspect to him. He leans on his forearms over the back of the chair, fingers picking at the cap he'd briefly replaced on the flask. &quot;There's so many options.&quot; Apparently Jem's inability to drink just took rank over doing important things in life, &quot;Wine, liquor, beer.. Surely there's something.&quot; He's tipsy ''enough'' that there was almost an admonishment of 'we' in finding him something. &quot;-Yet.&quot; He corrects on Jem's wondering, his eyes dark by trouble and personality if not by their blue-green color turn to him to study his expression, &quot;Maybe I am a fightin' drunk. Just need a couple more.&quot; Not that he's supposed to get that drunk. Candidate rules and all. &quot;But no.&quot; He shrugs a lopsided, half-hearted shrug, &quot;Takes a lot for me. And I just think.&quot; Are they really sharing a moment right now? He must've had more than he thinks he did.<br /> <br /> Jemizen rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug. &quot;Worth while to who? I think it's worth while to play, and hang out with Dee, and just have fun.&quot; Looking appropraitely chagrined, he explains, &quot;But those things aren't important to most people.&quot; Another carefree shrug is given before he follows the conversation along to its most important track. &quot;Wine and liquor are right out. Maybe an ale? Something light? Southern doesn't have the right kinds of plants or whatever for good, light beer. What are they called? Dee would know.&quot; Hops. He means hops. And really, Kaelige has only himself to blame for this: &quot;What do you think about?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You if you're selfish, others if you're,&quot; well, &quot;her.&quot; Kaelige's reference, in regards to worthwhile-ness, to Dee might just be because Jemizen brought her up first. Maybe. &quot;And what is your 'fun' exactly?&quot; One of the biggest supporters of slacking off of chores themselves, perhaps what others do with that time is a curious thing to him, though no real effort is made to seem like he actually ''cares''. Kael drops his head slightly, leaning more into the back of the chair, putting more weight onto his forearms. Almost as if getting 'comfortable' in that spot. His face is warmed with the alcohol, head buzzed, even if he smells about as strongly as that drink of his. And as sorta-friendly as he's been until now, that changes at the otherwise innocent question, &quot;None of your business.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I care about others.&quot; Jem's voice is still light, as he says it, so he's not about to argue the point. &quot;It just... doesn't always occur to me to think about others. Not all the time, like,&quot; well, her. &quot;But I'm not selfish.&quot; Here his voice definitely rises at the end, making this less a statement and more a question. &quot;I mean, I want to help Dee...&quot; He trails off, looking suddenly wary. &quot;Nevermind.&quot; Smooth. The question of fun returns Jem to full brightness. &quot;I like to think, too. About places I'll go, stuff I'll do. Adventures!&quot; And thinking constantly about these things takes up so much time that he couldn't possibly get down to the business of ever actually ''doing'' any of the things he constantly imagines doing. After another sip of klah, Jem points out with a grin, &quot;Saying that only makes me more interested, you know.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Then doing these menial things should do it for you.&quot; Kaelige's words are ever so slightly slurred as that long swig earlier starts to take effect. &quot;They're supposed to-&quot; Flask is gestured with again, kindof towards the sweetrolls the other candidate had walked in with, his face scrunched in a 'whatever' sort of expression, &quot;be helpful and teamwork and all that crap.&quot; Buzzed is not enough to be dealing with Jem right now, and Kaelige is sipping more. His expression changes into what could be taken as an angry, and when he pulls the flask away from himself and turns it over demonstrating its emptiness, it's clear why. &quot;Help her what? With all the nonsense she does?&quot; To make up for this newfound disappointment, a thumb and forefinger tug at the peak of his hood, &quot;Doesn't matter if you're 'nterested in it.&quot;<br /> <br /> There's that ick-face again. &quot;But it's ''work''.&quot; And their mutual disdain for such things was supposed to bond them together in ~friendship~! &quot;I want adventure, not sweetrolls.&quot; And yet, Jemizen is rising from his seat to retrieve more. He returns in time to see the flask upended, eyebrows raised as its emptiness is so clearly demonstrated. His voice fills with admittedly obnoxious gravitas as he intones, &quot;It's not nonsense. Not to Dee. It's important to her.&quot; Once the fifth (and hopefully final) sweetroll is consumed, Jem props an elbow on the arm of his chair and regards Kaelige with wry amusement. &quot;You ''are'' an angry drunk. But that's okay. I won't ask what you're thinking anymore. As long as you don't punch me.&quot;<br /> <br /> Kaelige looks over at Jem from beneath his self-made shadow only once he's returned from his sweetroll mission. He'd not make that much effort to follow him even that far across the room. &quot;Aye, all far too important to her.&quot; Is that a nerve struck? There's ''too much'' anger in that to be just from his alcohol. &quot;I'm not going to punch you.&quot; It's not entirely believable, nor really an invitation for questions, especially with the level of aggrivation even something as simple as an empty container apparently made him. His next question seems completely unrelated to the topics at hand, but maybe it's related to that which he 'isn't' willing to share, &quot;Do you want to go back to Southern?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;If Dee thinks it's important, then it ''is'' really important, so it can't be ''too'' important.&quot; Jem states, simply, though he arches a brow at Kaelige's vehemence regarding the matter. He wants to ask, but the vague promise of no punches wasn't exactly reassuring. Instead, he'll answer, with a patented lazy shrug and vaguely vapid smile. &quot;Maybe! Though I've finally gotten a bit more used to the climate here.&quot; He tugs on a sleeve to demonstrate: down to only ''two'' sweaters, now! He finishes off his last sip of klah before admitting, &quot;I'll go back if Dee does. She wants to, I think. Uh oh.&quot; Jem's eyes fall upon the irate-looking cook striding into the Nighthearth, her own narrowed eyes glaring at him. He shoots out of his chair, all apologetic smiles, &quot;Hey. Hi! I was just heading back to the kitchens. Just now. Just this minute.&quot; Kaelige gets an affectionate clap on the shoulder and a smile before Jem bounds along after the put-upon cook.<br /> |Categories=FTW Clutch 32 Logs<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=74038 2015-06-23T21:24:42Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> {wysk}<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> '''[[Kaelige]]''': ''Best Friend, Probably.'' Hey, new friend! :D<br /> <br /> == Other Stuff == <br /> <br /> === Personality Profile: ENFP ===<br /> <br /> The [http://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality ENFP] personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7 percent of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.<br /> <br /> === Soundtrack ===<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Logs:Eggs_and_Siblings&diff=74004 2015-06-23T03:31:39Z

<p>Lazer: Created page with &quot;{{Log |who=Jemizen, Lilah, |what=During an egg touching, Lilah asks Jem what he wants. Eventually, he stops bullshitting. |where=Hatching Sands, Fort Weyr |involves=Fort Weyr,...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Log<br /> |who=Jemizen, Lilah,<br /> |what=During an egg touching, Lilah asks Jem what he wants. Eventually, he stops bullshitting.<br /> |where=Hatching Sands, Fort Weyr<br /> |involves=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> |day=24<br /> |month=1<br /> |turn=38<br /> |IP=Interval<br /> |IP2=10<br /> |gamedate=2015.06.22<br /> |quote=&quot;Just because you love something, does not mean you can't also hate it.&quot;<br /> |weather=Early in the morning and late in the evening, the cold rain falling turns to almost-pleasant snow, but most of the day is mired in a bleak, gray drizzle.<br /> |mentions=Dee, N'jem<br /> |type=Log<br /> |icons-new=Icon jemizen.jpg, Icon lilah.png,<br /> |desc=The pale, golden-hued sands occupy nearly the entirety of the Hatching <br /> Cavern, with the dam and sire traditionally claiming the north with their <br /> eggs scattered throughout. To the right are the Galleries, which stretch <br /> up nearly the entire length of the wall and provide the only visual break <br /> in what would otherwise be a monotonous tableau. Lighting comes from both <br /> the entrance and through glow baskets spaced throughout, ensuring that the<br /> place is well-lit at all times. The heat here is tolerable, but only <br /> barely, and heat mirages are relatively common. Turns of hatchings have <br /> resulted in the sands being littered with fragmentary bits of shells <br /> despite thorough cleanings, subtle bits of history being left behind.<br /> |log=Yet again, the group of Candidates is brought in by the weyrlingmasters' staff at the request of the junior weyrwoman, who meets them with the usual lecture. No running, jumping, swearing too loudly, kicking, biting--. Only after she's covered every basis does she lead them onto the sands and towards the eggs that Eliyaveith keeps her distance from, for the moment, though she pays ''close'' attention to those eggs. Lilah's attention, however, falls to Jemizen and it's he that she talks to directly as she questions, &quot;How are you settling in?&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen wanders in with his fellow Candidates, but unlike a few of the new-to-Standing ones he seems perfectly at ease on the sands, so much so that he strides in nonchalantly, hands shoved in his pockets. The heat of the sands certainly helps, he's only wearing ''one'' sweater today. He pauses to offer an appropriately reverential if lazy half-bow to Eliyaveith. As her lifemate approaches, Jem offers a bright smile and a merry wave of greeting. &quot;Hello! I've settled in fine, ma'am. Thanks.&quot; The weather may lack sunniness at the moment, but Jem doesn't.<br /> <br /> &quot;Mmm.&quot; That is the only noise that meets Jem's sunny statement, the weight of dark eyes settled on the Southern Candidate for a long moment before Lilah glances away to those eggs that he is meant to be touching. &quot;So, then, what are you hoping for? Going to try to just touch the large eggs that may contain a bronze, or keep to the smaller ones?&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen just keeps smiling obliviously. At Lilah's question he pauses to consider the clutch, his dark brown eyes surveying each egg lightly as he answers, &quot;Not hoping for anything in particular, ma'am.&quot; He prefers to leave this and all other matters in fate's capable hands. &quot;If there's any lifemate at all for me on these sands, that's good enough for me.&quot; Jem turns that dazzling (and perhaps a touch too vapid) smile back on the junior weyrwoman. &quot;May I?&quot; He leans toward the nearest egg but doesn't move to touch it.<br /> <br /> &quot;That ''is'' what you are here for,&quot; replies Lilah dryly to his question, the only permission she will give though she seems intent on watch him, specifically, as the Candidates go about the task. &quot;So you would not feel ''any'' specific way for any color, then? Bronze?&quot; A pause, &quot;Green?&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen has the decency to appear sheepish as he finally wanders toward the nearest egg, its shell swirled with blue hues touched with green, and spots of white and brown at each end. &quot;This is the fourth time I've Stood.&quot; He admits easily, though he begins counting on his free hand as his right traces an index finger across the bird-like shape at the top of the egg. &quot;No. Fifth, I think. Hoping for something specific seems like a waste of time.&quot; Trust Jem on this, as time-wasting is his primary area of knowledge. Finally he places one palm, gently, to the egg's surface, admitting, &quot;Green would be nice.&quot;<br /> <br /> Lilah's brow curves up disbelieving, but she doesn't press that point. Instead, as he touches that egg, she questions simply, &quot;What does your father want for you to Impress, then?&quot;<br /> <br /> Abandoning the seascape egg for a mostly-white, vaguely dingy-looking egg, Jem admits, &quot;Bronze, I imagine.&quot; He places one palm on the egg's shell and makes a face. Hopefully the fact that this egg is weirdly stinky will serve as a good cover for that.<br /> <br /> &quot;And you don't,&quot; Lilah surmises from his skipping the question before, something wry there as she trails after him from one egg to the other like some goldrider ghost.<br /> <br /> Jemizen's response is almost immediate and dully robotic, &quot;I'd be honored to ride Bronze for Fort weyr.&quot; Fingertips linger on the shell of the smelly egg even as he steps away, toward a bright green egg. Jem regards the leafy markings for a moment before he places both palms on its shell. Over his shoulder he remarks to Lilah with a grin, &quot;But really, anything would do.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Herdshit,&quot; Lilah challenges flatly, falling silent to watch Jemizen's response to that.<br /> <br /> Even before Jem can register visible surprise at Lilah's curse, his immediate reaction is a laugh filled with genuine mirth in addition to startlement. His hands fall back to his sides, and though he still seems amused, Jemizen also appears suitably chagrined. &quot;I'm not sure I'm up to the challenge of riding Bronze,&quot; he admits with a shrug, hoping that frankness might get him somewhere that kowtowing could not.<br /> <br /> It certainly seems to, as it is met with a thoughtful noise and what ''might'' be an approving look over the Candidate before Lilah answers, &quot;I'm not sure any bronzerider is. But if you're admitting that, you're clearly not bronzerider material.&quot;<br /> <br /> Another laugh precedes the look of pointed relief that comes to rest on Jem's face, at that. He turns to regard the egg before him again, tracing the verdant, fabric-like folds patterning its shell with his fingers. &quot;I really do like green.&quot; As a color, and perhaps as a dragon.<br /> <br /> &quot;You wouldn't find it odd, to be bonded to a female mind?&quot; questions Lilah at that, curious and simple. The question is lighter still now that he doesn't seem to be answering her by rote, and she even offers up, &quot;I had a clutchmate who struggled with it during weyrlinghood. I doubt he's ever accepted it, even now.&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen shrugs lightly, though his hands remain on the egg before him. &quot;It might be odd. But it would also be interesting.&quot; He flashes another one of those bright, happy smiles at the goldrider as he adds, &quot;Having any other voice in your head must be odd at first, right?&quot; Steps are taken toward a peachy-purply hued egg with a smooth-as-glass shell. &quot;But I'm sure it's worth it. My sister and I have a strong bond, and I love her very much.&quot; Dark eyebrows furrow--he'd be frowning thoughtfully if he weren't so damned sunny. &quot;I can only imagine the love you'd feel in a bond that goes even deeper than that. Even more than family.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not every bond is the same; not every bond is as deep as another. And just because you love something, does not mean you can't also hate it,&quot; Lilah replies carefully, though it seems that Jem's brightness does at least a bit to blunt even her sharp edges. &quot;I suppose you and your sister might not understand that, but I know plenty of siblings who would.&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen's expression becomes a full-fledged frown, at that. &quot;No. Not ''hate'', not really. Right? I mean, even if you love someone, you could maybe still... Resent them, I guess. But that's not hate.&quot; Stepping dnagerously close to self-awareness at this point, Jem attempts to distance himself from this train of thought. &quot;Maybe other siblings. I've been lucky to have the family I have.&quot; And with that he steps away from the smooth-shelled egg without even having touched it.<br /> <br /> &quot;There is a very thin, fine line between love and hate,&quot; is all Lilah answers of that, only a murmur as she observes how quickly Jemizen allows that train of thought to end. Instead, she'll only remark of his family, &quot;I am sure. Your sister seems-- pushy, but I am sure she cares for you greatly.&quot;<br /> <br /> Relieved at the excuse to abandon the possibility of thoughtful reflection, Jemizen chuckles at Lilah's description of his sister. &quot;Pushy. Yes, that's a good word for it.&quot; All easy smiles again, Jem ambles over to one of the larger eggs, place one hand on its sky-blue top while the other hand traces the gray circular shape at its side with gentle fingertips.<br /> <br /> Lilah's gaze trails him to that egg, until suddenly it does not. The movement of one Candidate shoving another, though not whatever set it off, catches Eliyaveith's attention and thus the goldrider's. There's no excuse or goodbye made to Jemizen, leaving him to touch the eggs as he wishes as she storms over to kick two boys off the Sands.<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Logs:Turn%27s_End_and_Search&diff=73719 2015-06-15T01:22:07Z

<p>Lazer: Created page with &quot;{{Log |who=Hattie, Jemizen, Lilah |what=At the End-of-Turn celebration at Fort, Jem is asked to stand for Eliyaveith and Liesanth's clutch. |where=Northern Bowl, Fort Weyr |in...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Log<br /> |who=Hattie, Jemizen, Lilah<br /> |what=At the End-of-Turn celebration at Fort, Jem is asked to stand for Eliyaveith and Liesanth's clutch.<br /> |where=Northern Bowl, Fort Weyr<br /> |involves=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> |day=28<br /> |month=13<br /> |turn=37<br /> |IP=Interval<br /> |IP2=10<br /> |gamedate=2015.06.14<br /> |quote=&quot;Eliyaveith and I would be happy to have you Stand for her children. With your sister.&quot;<br /> |weather=Clear as a bell, the sun shines in pale winter skies, though an occasional sharp breeze blows.<br /> |mentions=Dee, N'jem<br /> |type=Log<br /> |icons-new=Icon Hattie Searching.png, Icon jemizen trust me.jpg, Icon lilah head shake.gif,<br /> |desc=This section of the Bowl is just as devoid of plant life as the central <br /> portion, the sandy soil having been packed more solidly due to the sheer <br /> amount of foot traffic passing through. While there are weyrs located to <br /> both the east and west, there are very few toward the north. <br /> <br /> Toward the northwest leads a set of stairs to two ledges for junior <br /> goldriders. Above and slightly east of those ledges sits the Weyrleaders' <br /> complex, which a second flight of stairs leads to. A little to the <br /> northeast is the entrance to the Hatching Cavern, while an entrance to the<br /> living cavern is located directly to the east. At the opposite and distant<br /> southeastern end of the Bowl would be the lake and feeding grounds, with <br /> the weyrling barracks and infirmary to the southwest and southeast, <br /> respectively.<br /> |log=That which troubles the grown-ups in the Weyr has failed to dampen the enthusiasm of the younger population, and thus, this afternoon, on the last day of the turn, the air is filled with the shrieking laughter of children lobbing snow at each other and hiding behind snowdrifts - some of which are being shaped into a variety of creatures - and generally soaring high on the rush of too many sweet treats. While parents and minders and dragons amble through the bowl, there are tables to stop at here and there, providing food and drink, fruit encased in ice and crushed ice with various sauces. On her ledge, Fort's senior queen is calmly observing all, her tail draped over the edge of the rock, and though she must have had a hand in the setting up, the Weyrwoman is finally visible, slowly descending the stairs from that ledge.<br /> <br /> Jemizen, neither advanced in turns nor especially troubled, is enjoying the end-of-turn celebration immensely, despite the fact that he is almost comically overdressed. Bundled up in multiple sweaters and furs that don't easily lend themselves to mobility, the displaced Southerner is nevertheless cavorting about in the snowdrifts with some of the children. After being pelted with several snowballs, Jem admits defeat and toddles over to a food-laden table and removes the scarf from his cold-flushed face, so as to more easily stuff his face.<br /> <br /> Likely the Weyr would be understanding if its junior weyrwoman never put in her own appearance to the festivities, with Eliyaveith taken to the sands and without children of her own to attend for, yet apparently she has decided to be present for the moment, at least. She must not have been here long, but long enough to have visited a few tables and to collect a cup of crushed ice with a berry sauce seeping through it. She doesn't even have gloves as she glances over the Southerner that approaches the table she lingers at, tracing him from the snowball fight that she was watching. &quot;Not something that you have much practice with at Southern, I assume?&quot; she questions, clearly remembering his origin (or reminded by his appearance) if not his name.<br /> <br /> Hattie's progress across the bowl is steady and careful, her long coat almost concealing even her heavy boots. Though she appears to have no particular destination in mind, she ambles, stopped along the way by some of the younger residents of the nursery who are of an age to have not grown into being intimidated by her or her knot. She doesn't linger long with them, but produces something from her pocket and presses it into the hand of one of the older ones, then gently shoos the lot of them away. When she catches sight of Lilah and Jemizen, she begins to move in their direction, a brief detour taken to collect a cube of ice to crack, before she reaches a halt a few feet from her junior. &quot;Lilah,&quot; is a murmured greeting. &quot;And...?&quot; She's not got his name either.<br /> <br /> So excited about the festivities is Jem that he greets a familiar face of authority with a bright smile rather than his typical innocent puppy expression. That could also have something to do with the fact that, for once, he is not avoiding work and is in fact on an actual ''earned'' break. &quot;This is great!&quot; Is exclaimed, brightly, before Jemizen remembers himself and follows that up with a polite nod in greeting and a chastened, &quot;Ma'am,&quot; tacked on for good measure. Jem is at least at ease enough to get himself one of those berry-covered shaved ices and chat companionably about the weather. &quot;I'd never seen snow before. It would be even better if it could snow without being cold, but...&quot; He shrugs, then begins digging into his shaved ice. The senior weyrwoman's approach is met with immediately improved posture and another one of those demure nods, and from his already berry-stained mouth: &quot;Jemizen, ma'am. From Southern Weyr.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Once you go back, at least, you won't have to worry about the cold,&quot; Lilah begins to tell him, dark eyes weighted in a study of the young man as she takes a much more subdued bite from her own shaved ice. Yet, even she straightens slightly in subconscious response to Hattie's approach, greeting her with her own polite, &quot;Weyrwoman. Good afternoon.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hattie pauses only to crack the ice cube between her teeth once more, producing a slightly discomforting crunching sound, yet she manages to speak without entirely abandoning her manners. &quot;Jemizen,&quot; sounds more musing than just an acknowledgement, though she inclines her head as though it is just a greeting. She looks him over, then glances to Lilah, somehow speaking directly to neither one of them when she questions, &quot;Perhaps he shouldn't go back? I mean, perhaps he should consider the possibility of staying, as his sister has. If this,&quot; she nods to him, &quot;Jemizen is the 'Jem' that belongs with Candidate Dee.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I've been getting used to the differences in climate, finally.&quot; Jem points out. He's wearing exactly one sweater less than he was yesterday, after all. Despite burning at at least sixty watts already, Jemizen brightens considerably at the weyrwoman's mention of his sister. &quot;Yes, Dee's my sister, ma'am!&quot; His brightens dims slightly, and it's almost shyly that he adds, &quot;I'd like to stay where Dee is, if I could.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Eventually, however, the clutch will hatch. And if she does not Impress, I assume you both will leave?&quot; poses Lilah to Jemizen rather than Hattie, whether or not the Weyrwoman's question was meant for her. &quot;And if she does, well--. She will be part of Fort. Would you stay here forever to be with her rather than returning home?&quot; <br /> <br /> &quot;...That could get a little awkward if you were to live your whole lives that way,&quot; Hattie says dryly, and into some middle distance, rather than fix her focus on Jemizen. She watches one of the snow-builds in progress for a moment or so, until she turns her attention back to those nearest her. &quot;If he were to follow her onto the Sands, they might both be part of Fort,&quot; she idly considers, crunching down the last of the nice. &quot;Of course, then the opposite is just as likely; that she might not Impress and he could, and then she could be left with the choice as regards remaining for /him/.&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen's eyebrows rise at Lilah's questions. &quot;Sure. I mean, I'll stay at Fort as long as Dee wants to, and as long as Fort will have us.&quot; He frowns thoughtfully, then adds, lamely, &quot;Er, ''me''.&quot; Berry-stained lips curve up in a bright smile that falls immediately at Hattie's words. Frowning thoughtfully and trying to follow the weyrwoman's train of thought, Jem wonders aloud, &quot;Whyever would that be awkward?&quot; Before he can follow this thought to any kind of self-awareness, the hatching sands are mentioned, and he's grinning again, pointing out, &quot;Oh, Dad would certainly like that.&quot; And even though Hattie's last comment wasn't precisely a question, Jem has an answer: &quot;Dee goes where she's needed. It has nothing to do with me.&quot; Self-awareness will have to wait until another day.<br /> <br /> Lilah does not pursue her own thoughts aloud, only the slide of dark eyes to meet her Weyrwoman's in a Look as the young man replies. She takes another bite of the shaved ice, finally adding a simple, &quot;I am sure Fort can always find a place and use for you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hattie's focus is rather distant, and remains not on any one thing or person for too long, and so, while she meets Lilah's look, she doesn't exactly return it in kind, though a flicker of something like uncertainty passes across her face. &quot;Maybe we'll consider elaborating about any degree of awkwardness when you're a little older,&quot; she hazards, those words more clearly directed to Jemizen. &quot;And I think it needs to be less a matter of what your father would think of your being on the Sands and more how /you/ would feel...&quot; But then she's hungrily eyeing the shaved ice that Lilah has, and already her feet move to take her to find some. &quot;...And how the weyrwoman here feels...&quot; For the moment, she has ice to find.<br /> <br /> Jemizen turns his smile back to Lilah, announcing brightly and perhaps a touch too innocently, &quot;I can help wherever the weyr needs me.&quot; He shrugs lightly, then, at the weyrwoman's cautioning words. &quot;Me? Ah. I've stood for a clutch before,&quot; he calls after Hattie's retreating form, &quot;At Southern.&quot; Yet another easy shrug rolls his shoulders. &quot;It was fun. Exciting.&quot; If ultimately uneventful and filled with far too much latrine duty for Jem's liking.<br /> <br /> &quot;You haven't asked to Stand for our clutch,&quot; points out Lilah to that. &quot;Nor did you for Elaruth and Bijedth's, did you?&quot; Despite her questions, the weyrwoman's attention is distracted to tracking Hattie's retreat, watching the Weyrwoman with a hint of buried concern.<br /> <br /> A minute or more passes before Hattie returns, having successfully located a cup of ice of her own, too much of a dark, sickly sweet berry sauce heaped over it, and a small pastry on a skewer, that smells faintly of burnt caramel. &quot; Do you really mean singular, or plural?&quot; she asks of Jem, right before she starts in on the pastry. &quot;The clutch, I mean. More than one?&quot; So, the nibbling at the pastry isn't terribly polite, but she doesn't seem to mind much at the moment. She's a little late to catch Lilah's enquiries, yet she glances her way, head tilted.<br /> <br /> Jemizen's brows crease as he frowns thoughtfully. It takes a long moment for Jem to find an acceptable alternative answer to 'my father wasn't here to ask on my behalf.' &quot;I... Didn't want to presume myself worthy of a Fortian clutch?&quot; Despite his best efforts, his voice rises at the end of his statement, effectively making it a question and not a declaration of fact. The weyrwoman's return piques Jem's interest, particularly in that little pastry skewer. His eyes remain on that pastry as he answers Hattie, &quot;Ah, yes. Clutch''es'', plural. I've stood a few times at Southern.&quot; Thanks to N'jem's insistence and his own nonchalance.<br /> <br /> &quot;Mmm,&quot; is Lilah's only neutral response to Jemizen's answer-slash-question, clearly disbelieving of /that/ response from the young man but at least she doesn't call him on it as Hattie returns. &quot;You're still young. You still have plenty of clutches to Stand for, if you wish to.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Admittedly, my enquiry was an attempt to figure out how long you've been Standing for,&quot; Hattie confesses, just before she takes another bite of the pastry and a half-step back, as if she fears that Jemizen will steal her skewer. Maybe she's just adjusting her balance. She munches with a feigned thoughtful expression than abruptly vanishes the second that it's safe for her to talk again without risk of sharing her food. &quot;I think that maybe we should all stop dancing around this thought,&quot; she declares. &quot;Do you want to Stand for Fort's clutch?&quot; is levelled at Jem, while, &quot;And would you permit him to do so, weyrwoman?&quot; is for Lilah.<br /> <br /> Jemizen nods along with Lilah. Plenty of things can be done in the future, why worry about any of them today? Of course, Hattie brings these thoughts decidedly into the present with her question, and Jem responds at first with a dull blink. Eventually he stands up, arrow-straight, and nods decisively at the weyrwoman. &quot;I should be honored to Stand for the Fort's clutch, ma'am.&quot; Brown eyes travel over to Lilah as he adds, &quot;If Fort will have me.&quot;<br /> <br /> There is only the weight of the goldrider's dark gaze on Jemizen at his answer, Lilah's lips twisting into a flatter line, though when she speaks it is only to answer politically, &quot;Eliyaveith and I would be happy to have you Stand for her children. With your sister.&quot; There's still a question in the way she watches him, but eventually her attention draws away, to Hattie, before she offers her Weyrwoman, &quot;If you'll excuse me, Hattie. I'd only meant to put in an appearance--.&quot;<br /> <br /> Hattie doesn't quite manage to stop herself from rolling her gaze skyward at one or the other of them - or maybe at both - and she's barely received an affirmative from either before she's looking to move off and towards the small herd of teens and younger folk who're yelling a combination of, &quot;Ma!&quot; and, &quot;Aunt Hattie!&quot; in a fashion that's more than a little obnoxiously loud. &quot;Go and see the Headwoman in the morning,&quot; she tells Jemizen, pausing only to abandon the empty skewer on the nearest table. &quot;You'll have to excuse me too...&quot; is not particularly formal, but she doesn't wait around, more pressed to get to those kids and quiet them down before they can make a bigger scene.<br /> <br /> Jemizen is flustered, momentarily, by the heaviness of Lilah's gaze, but once she has spoken he smiles brightly at both goldriders, even as they move to make their exits. &quot;Very honored, weyrwomen,&quot; is called cheerily after them, before he ambles down the food tables, in search of one of those pastry skewers.<br /> |Categories=FTW Clutch 32 Logs<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=73718 2015-06-14T22:44:22Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == WYSK ==<br /> * Born and bred at Southern Weyr<br /> * Volunteered to go to Fort Weyr to help with storm restorations in turn 37<br /> * Dragged his older sister Dee to Fort with him<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> '''[[Kaelige]]''': ''Best Friend, Probably.'' Hey, new friend! :D<br /> <br /> == Other Stuff == <br /> <br /> === Personality Profile: ENFP ===<br /> <br /> The [http://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality ENFP] personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7 percent of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.<br /> <br /> === Soundtrack ===<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=73716 2015-06-14T22:41:03Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == WYSK ==<br /> * Born and bred at Southern Weyr<br /> * Volunteered to go to Fort Weyr to help with storm restorations in turn 37<br /> * Dragged his older sister Dee to Fort with him<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> '''[[Kaelige]]''': ''Best Friend, Probably.'' Hey, new friend! :D<br /> <br /> == Other Stuff == <br /> <br /> === Personality Profile: ENFP ===<br /> <br /> The [http://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality ENFP] personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7 percent of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.<br /> <br /> === Soundtrack ===<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Logs:Fathers_and_Aspirations&diff=73683 2015-06-12T19:46:19Z

<p>Lazer: Created page with &quot;{{Log |who=Jemizen, N'rov, |what=A hungry N'rov seeks sustenance in the kitchens but finds only unpeeled potatoes and Jem. |where=Kitchen, Fort Weyr |involves=Fort Weyr, South...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Log<br /> |who=Jemizen, N'rov,<br /> |what=A hungry N'rov seeks sustenance in the kitchens but finds only unpeeled potatoes and Jem.<br /> |where=Kitchen, Fort Weyr<br /> |involves=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> |custom=23 May, 2015<br /> |day=15<br /> |month=11<br /> |turn=37<br /> |IP=Interval<br /> |IP2=10<br /> |gamedate=2015.05.23<br /> |quote=&quot;My family has... aspirations. And I don't.&quot;<br /> |type=Log<br /> |icons-new=Icon jemizen silly.jpg, Icon n'rov.png,<br /> |desc=Fort's Kitchen is a large, well-appointed cavern that is designed for <br /> efficiency. Granite counters, smoothed and polished through turns of use, <br /> are tucked between the banks of stoves and ovens that share a wall with <br /> the Living Cavern's hearth. A swinging door at the end of the hearth area <br /> leads into the Living Cavern for easy set up and service of meals. <br /> Additional workspace is available at half a dozen marble-topped, wooden <br /> islands that line the middle of the Kitchen beneath hanging racks of <br /> copper pots, pans, and other equipment. Each island has drawers that hold <br /> smaller equipment like spoons, whisks, and rolling pins. Supplies are kept<br /> on shelves along the walls with bulkier items available in Stores through <br /> another swinging door at the back of the Kitchen. A row of utility sinks <br /> line the wall beside that door for food prep and dishwashing. <br /> <br /> The Kitchen is busy almost all day, the only expection being typically <br /> between midnight and 4am when the bread bakers go on duty to bake the <br /> daily bread.<br /> |log=It's late. The smarter thing to do might have been to visit the nighthearth, but it's not like N'rov's wearing a sign that says he hasn't, only dark leathers and a sour expression. The soup pot before him, no matter how much he pokes it with a wooden spoon, still refuses to refill.<br /> <br /> Normally, Jemizen would not be found in the kitchens. Normally, he would be far, far away from the kitchens--hidden in some faraway stores room, perhaps lounging on a pile of freshly-laundered linens. Normally, he would not have let himself be caught by a member of the headwoman's staff and forced to re-launder all of those linens and ''then'' be made to spend all night drudging in the kitchens. Unfortunately, this is not a normal evening for Jem, so out he trudges from the kitchen stores, lugging a heavy sack of tubers with him. He dumps the sack onto a nearby counter with an audible grunt, then glances about in search of a knife with which to peel them. It's then that he spies the dragonrider at the soup pot and he gives a mopey &quot;H'lo&quot; in greeting.<br /> <br /> Normally, N'rov might not just grunt acknowledgement without even looking up from the pot, but then, ''normally'' he'd have shown up during normal hours and talked up the cooks for conversation and collations. Normally, too, there might be a larger collection of supplies. This time, his latest sloshy poke is more of a sloshy clang, the metal reverberating even as, slowly, he starts to turn towards the rest of the room and, coincidentally, Jemizen and his maybe-knife.<br /> <br /> Jemizen's dark eyes eventually alight on a small knife that seems suited to the purpose of peeling tubers and he quickly snatches it up and very responsibly and intelligently waves the knife-wielding hand at the unknown bronzerider. &quot;Evening,&quot; he calls over in a slightly cheerier tone. &quot;Or morning. Or whatever. I don't even know what time it is anymore,&quot; he admits, miserably. &quot;These cooks are real taskmasters.&quot; After an unwieldy swipe with that knife he manages to remove a very small section of peel from a very large tuber. He frowns at the remaining sackful. This might take awhile.<br /> <br /> N'rov looks at Jemizen. N'rov looks at Jemizen's small if possibly-sharp appendage. N'rov says, in that drawl that's not from around here, &quot;Close enough.&quot; The stove's not on; he turns his back to it and the counter both, leaning against the latter to continue surveying the shorter man. &quot;How'd you manage to piss them off like that? I'd guess it's getting born a Southerner, but,&quot; apparently not.<br /> <br /> Jemizen's features contort in such a way that he is simultaneously pouting and looking disgusted. &quot;Got caught sleeping in the stores. ''And'' the laundresses ratted me out.&quot; He pauses to give a dramatic roll of his eyes before he explains: &quot;I told the cooks I had laundry duty when I didn't.&quot; His explanation ends with a lazy one-shouldered shrug, and then he makes another pass at that tuber's peel before the bronzerider's latter statement is really understood. Turning back to face the older man, Jem's head tilts to one side, he brow furrowed in thought. &quot;Do they not like Southerners here? I thought everybody would be glad we're here to help.&quot; Not that Jem has been particularly good about actually helping.<br /> <br /> It's not that ''N'rov'' looks disgusted exactly, and he's definitely not pouting, but there's a peculiar quality to his expression that suggests repressing something that isn't quite a sneeze. Though he does have to cough into his elbow, so maybe he ''does'' have a cold. Recovering for the moment, wryly, &quot;You'd think. Did you volunteer, or did they just toss you onto a dragon and say good luck?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I volunteered,&quot; Jem announces brightly. He pauses for a second then adds slowly, &quot;Though my da' did heavily imply that I should.&quot; One corner of his mouth twitches up in a wry half-grin as he adds, &quot;And ''then'' they threw us on a dragon and said good luck.&quot; He manages to remove two more tiny slivers of tuber peel during this exchange.<br /> <br /> N'rov's own slow grin detours, hard, into a smirk. &quot;Funny how that happens. I had to run from mine.&quot; It's a moment before he adds, &quot;So how have you been helping, what's-your-name? I see you'll have, ah, quite the tuber expertise to bring back to Southern with you when all's said and done.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Run from yours? From your da', you mean? Whyever would you need to do that?&quot; Jem seems to think this line of questioning demands his entire attention--he abandons his little knife and turns to fully face N'rov, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest as he regards the dragonrider thoughtfully. &quot;I suppose that's what I've done, too,&quot; is admitted with a shrug. Though all he escaped was being doted on and occasionally pressured to do something other than lounge about the weyr. Jem might be self-aware enough to admit this out loud, but before that, introductions must be made! &quot;Ah. Jemizen. Jem.&quot; This is punctuated by a thumb pointed at his chest. In case there was any question as to who Jemizen is.<br /> <br /> &quot;Youthful rebellion, you know how that goes. Hadn't met my quota.&quot; The bronzerider adds, &quot;N'rov. Used to be 'Norov,' so not that big a difference, and no, it's not an alias I'm wanted under in ten holds.&quot; His grin flashes, white and whole. &quot;Had a rough life at Southern, did you? Or does your family just have aspirations of your Impressing ''here'' instead of ''there''.&quot;<br /> <br /> Jemizen, ever the polite and pleasant young lad, flashes a smile and nods, &quot;Well met, N'rov.&quot; That smile is quick to turn into a grimmace as Jem explains, &quot;My family has... aspirations.&quot; Full stop. &quot;And I don't.&quot; His arms uncross and he raises his palms up as he shrugs. His fate is out his (and everyone else's) hands, apparently.<br /> <br /> That gets a cocked brow from N'rov. But after the stop restarts, &quot;It happens,&quot; the bronzerider says briefly. With recognition, even. He thwacks the spoon's handle against his hand before turning to drop it into the pot. On his way out, &quot;Good luck.&quot;<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=72661 2015-05-23T05:23:58Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == WYSK ==<br /> * Born and bred at Southern Weyr<br /> * Volunteered to go to Fort Weyr to help with storm restorations in turn 37<br /> * Dragged his older sister Dee to Fort with him<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> == Other Stuff == <br /> <br /> === Personality Profile: ENFP ===<br /> <br /> The [http://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality ENFP] personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7 percent of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.<br /> <br /> === Soundtrack ===<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=72660 2015-05-23T05:22:17Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == WYSK ==<br /> * Born and bred at Southern Weyr<br /> * Volunteered to go to Fort Weyr to help with storm restorations in turn 37<br /> * Dragged his older sister Dee to Fort with him<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> == Other Stuff == <br /> <br /> === Personality Profile: ENFP ===<br /> <br /> The [http://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality ENFP] personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7 percent of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> == Soundtrack ==<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=72659 2015-05-23T04:50:20Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == WYSK ==<br /> * Born and bred at Southern Weyr<br /> * Volunteered to go to Fort Weyr to help with storm restorations in turn 37<br /> * Dragged his older sister Dee to Fort with him<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> == Soundtrack ==<br /> <br /> {{{!}}style=&quot;width: 100%;&quot;<br /> {{!}}-valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> {{!}}style=&quot;width: 50%;{{!}}<br /> * [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY The Jam - Going Underground]<br /> <br /> :''Some people might say my life is in a rut,<br /> :''But I'm quite happy with what I got.<br /> :''People might say that I should strive for more,<br /> :''But I'm so happy I can't see the point.<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

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Lazer https://norconwiki.louisebennett.name/index.php?title=Jemizen&diff=72198 2015-05-05T02:08:32Z

<p>Lazer: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Profile<br /> |picture=Jemizen.jpg<br /> |mother=Zennia, SOW Greenrider<br /> |father=N'jem, SOW Bluerider<br /> |siblings=Dee<br /> |body={{wysk}}<br /> <br /> == Description ==<br /> Tall and on the lanky side, he stands roughly around six feet and moves with languid easiness rather than grace. His dark-brown hair echoes the indifference of his carriage –- rather shaggy and ill-arranged. Below equally-dark, heavy eyebrows are bright and lively medium-brown eyes. In the center of his cheery, amiable face is a prominent-but-not-overlarge nose, set above slim, pink lips that are more often than not fixed in a jovial grin. His soft jaw and chin and fair-for-a-Southerner complexion make him appear youthful enough that, if not for his height, he might appear younger than his sixteen turns. His clothes are simple and tend to be slightly overlarge. Since the move to cooler climes he tends to favor long, dark, roughspun pants and long-sleeved knit shirts. Sturdy, well-worn brown wherhide boots complete his typical ensemble.<br /> <br /> == WYSK ==<br /> * Born and bred at Southern Weyr<br /> * Volunteered to go to Fort Weyr to help with storm restorations in turn 37<br /> * Dragged his older sister Dee to Fort with him<br /> <br /> == History ==<br /> <br /> Jemizen was born to N'jem and Zennia, a happily-weyrmated pair of dragonriders (blue and green, respectively) at Southern Weyr. He was preceded by a sister, Dahlia, not quite a turn earlier, and he appreciates his parents every day for bringing him into a world that already had a tailor-made-for-him best friend in it. Being a spoiled child with an angelic face led to a happy childhood spent either cavorting with the other weyrbrats, avoiding chores, or being punished for avoiding chores. Life continued in much the same way for over a decade: Jem, lacking any senses of ambition or responsibility would work when he must but played whenever he could--which was often, thanks to the constant indulgence of his family. Shortly after his sixteenth turnday, Jem was struck by a sudden onset of wanderlust, and at his father's suggestion decided to volunteer to travel to Fort Weyr and help out with storm relief and general cleanup. Dee, unable to withstand her brother’s irrepressibility (and likely at their parents suggestion that she keep an eye out for her little brother) was haplessly dragged along.<br /> <br /> == Relationships ==<br /> <br /> '''[[Dee]]''': ''Sister.'' Hey. Hey, Dee. DEE, HEY. Hi, I love you. :D &lt;3<br /> <br /> == RP Logs ==<br /> <br /> {{NewLogs |name={{BASEPAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Comments}} | }}<br /> <br /> {{Icons}}<br /> }}<br /> {{Character-Categories<br /> |Categories=Fort Weyr, Southern Weyr<br /> }}</div>

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