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Z'yi

2011-06-04T05:10:37Z

Silverandcold: /* Relationships */

{{HrwProfile
|picture=isz.jpg
|name= Z'yi
|position= Snowdrift Wingrider
|dragon= Isforaith
|craft=
|birthplace= High Reaches Weyr
|mother= Isibel (deceased)
|father= D'ayo (Igen brownrider)
|siblings= none
|children= scattered
|friends= many
|playedby= Vin Diesel
|livejournal=dirtyhalfdozen.livejournal.com}}

== Description ==
A fortress of a man, Z'yi rises to the lofty height of 6'4, with a frame like a brick outhouse: the awkward angles of yesterturn have been discarded for an impressive amount of rounded muscle. The thick build of someone well-acquainted with harsh physical efforts is not tampered with fat; Isz is simply too tall for any to truly stick to his bones. Breadth of shoulders and length of leg may make him appear menacing, given his sheer size, though the general aura about the young man is one of placid solidity. Isziyo keeps his head shorn of any hair, with - at most - a day or so's bristle of darkness showing. Middling complected, his skin is the color of klah with a generous dose of cream, to better match dark eyes and arching, rough eyebrows of black. Full lips and a sharp nose balance the sharp cheekbones and fine structure of his face.

== WYSK ==

* Quiet. Known for his deadpan remarks and general amiability.

* Mother Isibel died when he was a teenager. Father D'ayo is a brownrider
originally from Crom Hold, impressed at High Reaches and currently
residing at Igen.

* Lifemate to blue Isforaith: loudmouth extrodinarre.

* Ex-stablehand, known for occaisionally hanging out at the stables and
helping the newest runner-clueless gits.

* Often seen doing Mielline's bidding and hidework.

== History ==
Born at the weyr, raised at the weyr, Impressed at the weyr; he'll die at the weyr too, with his luck.

== Relationships ==
Ajatha, K'ndro: his closest friends from candidacy on

B'tal: once a lover, now an awkward silence

K'del: a person he respects... most of the time

Leova: a kindred spirit; his Isforaith is most fond of her Vrianth

Madilla: a friend -- sort of

Taikrin: drinking buddy -- sometimes

Teris: if they ain't fussin', someone's talkin' about fuckin', but does it ever happen?

Tiriana: not a person he fusses or fucks with, period (.)

W'chek: a damned bronzerider

{{HRW}}

[[category:blueriders]]
[[category:riders]]
[[category:High Reaches Weyr]]
[[category:High Reaches Area]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]

Z'yi

2011-06-04T05:09:58Z

Silverandcold: /* WYSK */

{{HrwProfile
|picture=isz.jpg
|name= Z'yi
|position= Snowdrift Wingrider
|dragon= Isforaith
|craft=
|birthplace= High Reaches Weyr
|mother= Isibel (deceased)
|father= D'ayo (Igen brownrider)
|siblings= none
|children= scattered
|friends= many
|playedby= Vin Diesel
|livejournal=dirtyhalfdozen.livejournal.com}}

== Description ==
A fortress of a man, Z'yi rises to the lofty height of 6'4, with a frame like a brick outhouse: the awkward angles of yesterturn have been discarded for an impressive amount of rounded muscle. The thick build of someone well-acquainted with harsh physical efforts is not tampered with fat; Isz is simply too tall for any to truly stick to his bones. Breadth of shoulders and length of leg may make him appear menacing, given his sheer size, though the general aura about the young man is one of placid solidity. Isziyo keeps his head shorn of any hair, with - at most - a day or so's bristle of darkness showing. Middling complected, his skin is the color of klah with a generous dose of cream, to better match dark eyes and arching, rough eyebrows of black. Full lips and a sharp nose balance the sharp cheekbones and fine structure of his face.

== WYSK ==

* Quiet. Known for his deadpan remarks and general amiability.

* Mother Isibel died when he was a teenager. Father D'ayo is a brownrider
originally from Crom Hold, impressed at High Reaches and currently
residing at Igen.

* Lifemate to blue Isforaith: loudmouth extrodinarre.

* Ex-stablehand, known for occaisionally hanging out at the stables and
helping the newest runner-clueless gits.

* Often seen doing Mielline's bidding and hidework.

== History ==
Born at the weyr, raised at the weyr, Impressed at the weyr; he'll die at the weyr too, with his luck.

== Relationships ==
Ajatha, K'ndro: his closest friends from candidacy on
B'tal: once a lover, now an awkward silence
K'del: a person he respects... most of the time
Leova: a kindred spirit; his Isforaith is most fond of her Vrianth
Madilla: a friend -- sort of
Taikrin: drinking buddy -- sometimes
Teris: if they ain't fussin', someone's talkin' about fuckin', but does it ever happen?
Tiriana: not a person he fusses or fucks with, period (.)
W'chek: a damned bronzerider

{{HRW}}

[[category:blueriders]]
[[category:riders]]
[[category:High Reaches Weyr]]
[[category:High Reaches Area]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]

Z'yi

2011-06-04T05:08:43Z

Silverandcold:

{{HrwProfile
|picture=isz.jpg
|name= Z'yi
|position= Snowdrift Wingrider
|dragon= Isforaith
|craft=
|birthplace= High Reaches Weyr
|mother= Isibel (deceased)
|father= D'ayo (Igen brownrider)
|siblings= none
|children= scattered
|friends= many
|playedby= Vin Diesel
|livejournal=dirtyhalfdozen.livejournal.com}}

== Description ==
A fortress of a man, Z'yi rises to the lofty height of 6'4, with a frame like a brick outhouse: the awkward angles of yesterturn have been discarded for an impressive amount of rounded muscle. The thick build of someone well-acquainted with harsh physical efforts is not tampered with fat; Isz is simply too tall for any to truly stick to his bones. Breadth of shoulders and length of leg may make him appear menacing, given his sheer size, though the general aura about the young man is one of placid solidity. Isziyo keeps his head shorn of any hair, with - at most - a day or so's bristle of darkness showing. Middling complected, his skin is the color of klah with a generous dose of cream, to better match dark eyes and arching, rough eyebrows of black. Full lips and a sharp nose balance the sharp cheekbones and fine structure of his face.

== WYSK ==

* Quiet. Known for his deadpan remarks and general amiability.

* Mother Isibel died when he was a teenager. Father D'ayo is a brownrider
originally from Crom Hold, impressed at High Reaches and currently
residing at Igen.

* Lifemate to blue Isforaith: loudmouth extrodinarre.

* Ex-stablehand, known for occaisionally hanging out at the stables and
helping the newest runner-clueless gits.

* Often seen doing Mielline's bidding and hidework.

== History ==
Born at the weyr, raised at the weyr, Impressed at the weyr; he'll die at the weyr too, with his luck.

== Relationships ==
Ajatha, K'ndro: his closest friends from candidacy on
B'tal: once a lover, now an awkward silence
K'del: a person he respects... most of the time
Leova: a kindred spirit; his Isforaith is most fond of her Vrianth
Madilla: a friend -- sort of
Taikrin: drinking buddy -- sometimes
Teris: if they ain't fussin', someone's talkin' about fuckin', but does it ever happen?
Tiriana: not a person he fusses or fucks with, period (.)
W'chek: a damned bronzerider

{{HRW}}

[[category:blueriders]]
[[category:riders]]
[[category:High Reaches Weyr]]
[[category:High Reaches Area]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]

Kh'ry

2011-06-04T04:58:12Z

Silverandcold:

{{exiles
|picture=Khorde1.jpg
|name= Khorde
|position= handyman
|mother= deceased
|father= Karjan
|siblings= none
|children= none
|friends= ambiguous
|playedby= Zachary Quinto
|livejournal= dirtyhalfdozen.livejournal.com}}

== Prologue ==

It ain't easy, bein' the last truthful person on the planet. That's what Jon would say, at least.

Old Jon was always tellin' the truth, no matter the consequence; far be it that people would revere him for such a trait. No, most people with the misfortune of running into the sergeant would call him a pockmarked bastard. There were whispers about back in the day, when he'd grown up with the Lord; ol' Beradin didn't take too kindly to ol' Jon callin' him out on that deal that went sour in Crom, but he'd let him stay 'cause who better to tell everyone about just how bad it went? Ol' Jon, of course. Everyone knew it.

People know things, after all. Everyone knows things, in a hold like High Reaches, such an isolated place that it's a minor miracle that the kids these days ain't born with their hair growin' into their heads instead'a growin' out. Jon's son was born late, out of wedlock to a damned foreigner, that dark Igen girl. Jon had somethin' to say about it, sure; the truth. She was a whore, and little more, but he did his duty to his boy, even as old as he was. S'what a truthful man does, after all.

But they all knew that old Jon had a noose with his name on it, kid or no kid.

They said ol' Jon expected it, comin' in front of the Lord like he did, after th' Lord was ousted; his own Captain was sent to retrieve him from watch duty, talkin' about those damned traitors like they were pigs no better to be butchered. Ol' Jon was want to shake his head and tell his captain off, that those damned rebels had it right, even if they went about it all wrong. Didn't matter his opinion about it, in the end, after all -- he was ol' Jon. Everyone knows he's the last truthful bastard on the planet.

They say when he was asked who was conspiring against the senile Lord, he told the truth.

They say he's th' reason for all the trouble, ol' Jon.

Easy to blame, ol' Jon; he don't talk much no more, not after they made sure he wouldn't. The fishes ate good that night.

But they say his son talked plenty, before he was shipped off with the lot of them, in the dead of the night.

Wonder what ol' Jon would have had to say about that.

== Description ==

Tall and gangly, rawboned, some would call it: Khorde will never be heavy, with a runner's build and shoulders broad for his otherwise lean frame. Dark hair is messy and short, perpetually sandy and soaked with saltwater. Eyes of rich brown are deceptively innocent, set under thick, bold eyebrows which suit his long face, offering balance to the fullness of lips below. It is obvious he isn't done growing; a late-bloomer, to say the least.

== Background ==

A lonely child from a lonely island: some wondered why Khorde grew distant from his own cohort, but most adults just passed him by as just another sulky child. His own father cared not for keeping close tabs on the boy, who would eventually grow into an odds-an-ends handyman of sorts. Khorde's mother died not long after his birth, leaving him without siblings other than those who were only in spirit -- and distant spirit at that.

Never one for chatting, Khorde's sullen attitude is one most all the island is familiar with; despite his social awkwardness, and sour wit, the boy shows promise in that he performs his jobs competantly, persisting until things are done. One of the last children born without a bit of Blood, he distrusts those who lord their so-called status over others, and makes it evident that he cares not for the cares of the world, but for number one first and foremost.

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]

Kh'ry

2011-06-04T04:57:09Z

Silverandcold:

{{exiles
|picture=Khorde1.jpg
|name= Khorde
|position= handyman
|mother= deceased
|father= Karjan
|siblings= none
|children= none
|friends= ... none?
|playedby= Zachary Quinto
|livejournal= dirtyhalfdozen.livejournal.com}}

== Prologue ==

It ain't easy, bein' the last truthful person on the planet. That's what Jon would say, at least.

Old Jon was always tellin' the truth, no matter the consequence; far be it that people would revere him for such a trait. No, most people with the misfortune of running into the sergeant would call him a pockmarked bastard. There were whispers about back in the day, when he'd grown up with the Lord; ol' Beradin didn't take too kindly to ol' Jon callin' him out on that deal that went sour in Crom, but he'd let him stay 'cause who better to tell everyone about just how bad it went? Ol' Jon, of course. Everyone knew it.

People know things, after all. Everyone knows things, in a hold like High Reaches, such an isolated place that it's a minor miracle that the kids these days ain't born with their hair growin' into their heads instead'a growin' out. Jon's son was born late, out of wedlock to a damned foreigner, that dark Igen girl. Jon had somethin' to say about it, sure; the truth. She was a whore, and little more, but he did his duty to his boy, even as old as he was. S'what a truthful man does, after all.

But they all knew that old Jon had a noose with his name on it, kid or no kid.

They said ol' Jon expected it, comin' in front of the Lord like he did, after th' Lord was ousted; his own Captain was sent to retrieve him from watch duty, talkin' about those damned traitors like they were pigs no better to be butchered. Ol' Jon was want to shake his head and tell his captain off, that those damned rebels had it right, even if they went about it all wrong. Didn't matter his opinion about it, in the end, after all -- he was ol' Jon. Everyone knows he's the last truthful bastard on the planet.

They say when he was asked who was conspiring against the senile Lord, he told the truth.

They say he's th' reason for all the trouble, ol' Jon.

Easy to blame, ol' Jon; he don't talk much no more, not after they made sure he wouldn't. The fishes ate good that night.

But they say his son talked plenty, before he was shipped off with the lot of them, in the dead of the night.

Wonder what ol' Jon would have had to say about that.

== Description ==

Tall and gangly, rawboned, some would call it: Khorde will never be heavy, with a runner's build and shoulders broad for his otherwise lean frame. Dark hair is messy and short, perpetually sandy and soaked with saltwater. Eyes of rich brown are deceptively innocent, set under thick, bold eyebrows which suit his long face, offering balance to the fullness of lips below. It is obvious he isn't done growing; a late-bloomer, to say the least.

== Background ==

A lonely child from a lonely island: some wondered why Khorde grew distant from his own cohort, but most adults just passed him by as just another sulky child. His own father cared not for keeping close tabs on the boy, who would eventually grow into an odds-an-ends handyman of sorts. Khorde's mother died not long after his birth, leaving him without siblings other than those who were only in spirit -- and distant spirit at that.

Never one for chatting, Khorde's sullen attitude is one most all the island is familiar with; despite his social awkwardness, and sour wit, the boy shows promise in that he performs his jobs competantly, persisting until things are done. One of the last children born without a bit of Blood, he distrusts those who lord their so-called status over others, and makes it evident that he cares not for the cares of the world, but for number one first and foremost.

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]

Kh'ry

2011-06-04T04:56:33Z

Silverandcold:

{{exiles
|picture=Khorde1.png
|name= Khorde
|position= handyman
|mother= deceased
|father= Karjan
|siblings= none
|children= none
|friends= ... none?
|playedby= Zachary Quinto
|livejournal= dirtyhalfdozen.livejournal.com}}

== Prologue ==

It ain't easy, bein' the last truthful person on the planet. That's what Jon would say, at least.

Old Jon was always tellin' the truth, no matter the consequence; far be it that people would revere him for such a trait. No, most people with the misfortune of running into the sergeant would call him a pockmarked bastard. There were whispers about back in the day, when he'd grown up with the Lord; ol' Beradin didn't take too kindly to ol' Jon callin' him out on that deal that went sour in Crom, but he'd let him stay 'cause who better to tell everyone about just how bad it went? Ol' Jon, of course. Everyone knew it.

People know things, after all. Everyone knows things, in a hold like High Reaches, such an isolated place that it's a minor miracle that the kids these days ain't born with their hair growin' into their heads instead'a growin' out. Jon's son was born late, out of wedlock to a damned foreigner, that dark Igen girl. Jon had somethin' to say about it, sure; the truth. She was a whore, and little more, but he did his duty to his boy, even as old as he was. S'what a truthful man does, after all.

But they all knew that old Jon had a noose with his name on it, kid or no kid.

They said ol' Jon expected it, comin' in front of the Lord like he did, after th' Lord was ousted; his own Captain was sent to retrieve him from watch duty, talkin' about those damned traitors like they were pigs no better to be butchered. Ol' Jon was want to shake his head and tell his captain off, that those damned rebels had it right, even if they went about it all wrong. Didn't matter his opinion about it, in the end, after all -- he was ol' Jon. Everyone knows he's the last truthful bastard on the planet.

They say when he was asked who was conspiring against the senile Lord, he told the truth.

They say he's th' reason for all the trouble, ol' Jon.

Easy to blame, ol' Jon; he don't talk much no more, not after they made sure he wouldn't. The fishes ate good that night.

But they say his son talked plenty, before he was shipped off with the lot of them, in the dead of the night.

Wonder what ol' Jon would have had to say about that.

== Description ==

Tall and gangly, rawboned, some would call it: Khorde will never be heavy, with a runner's build and shoulders broad for his otherwise lean frame. Dark hair is messy and short, perpetually sandy and soaked with saltwater. Eyes of rich brown are deceptively innocent, set under thick, bold eyebrows which suit his long face, offering balance to the fullness of lips below. It is obvious he isn't done growing; a late-bloomer, to say the least.

== Background ==

A lonely child from a lonely island: some wondered why Khorde grew distant from his own cohort, but most adults just passed him by as just another sulky child. His own father cared not for keeping close tabs on the boy, who would eventually grow into an odds-an-ends handyman of sorts. Khorde's mother died not long after his birth, leaving him without siblings other than those who were only in spirit -- and distant spirit at that.

Never one for chatting, Khorde's sullen attitude is one most all the island is familiar with; despite his social awkwardness, and sour wit, the boy shows promise in that he performs his jobs competantly, persisting until things are done. One of the last children born without a bit of Blood, he distrusts those who lord their so-called status over others, and makes it evident that he cares not for the cares of the world, but for number one first and foremost.

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]

File:Khorde1.jpg

2011-06-04T04:56:11Z

Silverandcold:

File:Isz.jpg

2011-06-04T04:51:26Z

Silverandcold:

Kh'ry

2011-06-04T03:08:43Z

Silverandcold:

{{exiles
|picture=quinto.png
|name= Khorde
|position= handyman
|mother= deceased
|father= Karjan
|siblings= none
|children= none
|friends= ... none?
|playedby= Zachary Quinto
|livejournal= dirtyhalfdozen.livejournal.com}}

== Prologue ==

It ain't easy, bein' the last truthful person on the planet. That's what Jon would say, at least.

Old Jon was always tellin' the truth, no matter the consequence; far be it that people would revere him for such a trait. No, most people with the misfortune of running into the sergeant would call him a pockmarked bastard. There were whispers about back in the day, when he'd grown up with the Lord; ol' Beradin didn't take too kindly to ol' Jon callin' him out on that deal that went sour in Crom, but he'd let him stay 'cause who better to tell everyone about just how bad it went? Ol' Jon, of course. Everyone knew it.

People know things, after all. Everyone knows things, in a hold like High Reaches, such an isolated place that it's a minor miracle that the kids these days ain't born with their hair growin' into their heads instead'a growin' out. Jon's son was born late, out of wedlock to a damned foreigner, that dark Igen girl. Jon had somethin' to say about it, sure; the truth. She was a whore, and little more, but he did his duty to his boy, even as old as he was. S'what a truthful man does, after all.

But they all knew that old Jon had a noose with his name on it, kid or no kid.

They said ol' Jon expected it, comin' in front of the Lord like he did, after th' Lord was ousted; his own Captain was sent to retrieve him from watch duty, talkin' about those damned traitors like they were pigs no better to be butchered. Ol' Jon was want to shake his head and tell his captain off, that those damned rebels had it right, even if they went about it all wrong. Didn't matter his opinion about it, in the end, after all -- he was ol' Jon. Everyone knows he's the last truthful bastard on the planet.

They say when he was asked who was conspiring against the senile Lord, he told the truth.

They say he's th' reason for all the trouble, ol' Jon.

Easy to blame, ol' Jon; he don't talk much no more, not after they made sure he wouldn't. The fishes ate good that night.

But they say his son talked plenty, before he was shipped off with the lot of them, in the dead of the night.

Wonder what ol' Jon would have had to say about that.

== Description ==

Tall and gangly, rawboned, some would call it: Khorde will never be heavy, with a runner's build and shoulders broad for his otherwise lean frame. Dark hair is messy and short, perpetually sandy and soaked with saltwater. Eyes of rich brown are deceptively innocent, set under thick, bold eyebrows which suit his long face, offering balance to the fullness of lips below. It is obvious he isn't done growing; a late-bloomer, to say the least.

== Background ==

A lonely child from a lonely island: some wondered why Khorde grew distant from his own cohort, but most adults just passed him by as just another sulky child. His own father cared not for keeping close tabs on the boy, who would eventually grow into an odds-an-ends handyman of sorts. Khorde's mother died not long after his birth, leaving him without siblings other than those who were only in spirit -- and distant spirit at that.

Never one for chatting, Khorde's sullen attitude is one most all the island is familiar with; despite his social awkwardness, and sour wit, the boy shows promise in that he performs his jobs competantly, persisting until things are done. One of the last children born without a bit of Blood, he distrusts those who lord their so-called status over others, and makes it evident that he cares not for the cares of the world, but for number one first and foremost.

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]

Kh'ry

2011-06-04T02:53:50Z

Silverandcold:

{{exiles
|picture=
|name= Khorde
|position= handyman
|mother= deceased
|father= Karjan
|siblings= none
|children= none
|friends= ... none?
|playedby= Zachary Quinto
|livejournal= dirtyhalfdozen.livejournal.com}}

== Prologue ==

It ain't easy, bein' the last truthful person on the planet. That's what Jon would say, at least.

Old Jon was always tellin' the truth, no matter the consequence; far be it that people would revere him for such a trait. No, most people with the misfortune of running into the sergeant would call him a pockmarked bastard. There were whispers about back in the day, when he'd grown up with the Lord; ol' Beradin didn't take too kindly to ol' Jon callin' him out on that deal that went sour in Crom, but he'd let him stay 'cause who better to tell everyone about just how bad it went? Ol' Jon, of course. Everyone knew it.

People know things, after all. Everyone knows things, in a hold like High Reaches, such an isolated place that it's a minor miracle that the kids these days ain't born with their hair growin' into their heads instead'a growin' out. Jon's son was born late, out of wedlock to a damned foreigner, that dark Igen girl. Jon had somethin' to say about it, sure; the truth. She was a whore, and little more, but he did his duty to his boy, even as old as he was. S'what a truthful man does, after all.

But they all knew that old Jon had a noose with his name on it, kid or no kid.

They said ol' Jon expected it, comin' in front of the Lord like he did, after th' Lord was ousted; his own Captain was sent to retrieve him from watch duty, talkin' about those damned traitors like they were pigs no better to be butchered. Ol' Jon was want to shake his head and tell his captain off, that those damned rebels had it right, even if they went about it all wrong. Didn't matter his opinion about it, in the end, after all -- he was ol' Jon. Everyone knows he's the last truthful bastard on the planet.

They say when he was asked who was conspiring against the senile Lord, he told the truth.

They say he's th' reason for all the trouble, ol' Jon.

Easy to blame, ol' Jon; he don't talk much no more, not after they made sure he wouldn't. The fishes ate good that night.

But they say his son talked plenty, before he was shipped off with the lot of them, in the dead of the night.

Wonder what ol' Jon would have had to say about that.

== Description ==

Tall and gangly, rawboned, some would call it: Khorde will never be heavy, with a runner's build and shoulders broad for his otherwise lean frame. Dark hair is messy and short, perpetually sandy and soaked with saltwater. Eyes of rich brown are deceptively innocent, set under thick, bold eyebrows which suit his long face, offering balance to the fullness of lips below. It is obvious he isn't done growing; a late-bloomer, to say the least.

== Background ==

A lonely child from a lonely island: some wondered why Khorde grew distant from his own cohort, but most adults just passed him by as just another sulky child. His own father cared not for keeping close tabs on the boy, who would eventually grow into an odds-an-ends handyman of sorts. Khorde's mother died not long after his birth, leaving him without siblings other than those who were only in spirit -- and distant spirit at that.

Never one for chatting, Khorde's sullen attitude is one most all the island is familiar with; despite his social awkwardness, and sour wit, the boy shows promise in that he performs his jobs competantly, persisting until things are done. One of the last children born without a bit of Blood, he distrusts those who lord their so-called status over others, and makes it evident that he cares not for the cares of the world, but for number one first and foremost.

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]

Kh'ry

2011-06-04T02:41:55Z

Silverandcold: /* Background */

{{exiles
|picture=
|name=
|position=
|mother=
|father=
|siblings=
|children=
|friends=
|playedby=
|livejournal=}}

== Prologue ==

It ain't easy, bein' the last truthful person on the planet. That's what Jon would say, at least.

Old Jon was always tellin' the truth, no matter the consequence; far be it that people would revere him for such a trait. No, most people with the misfortune of running into the sergeant would call him a pockmarked bastard. There were whispers about back in the day, when he'd grown up with the Lord; ol' Beradin didn't take too kindly to ol' Jon callin' him out on that deal that went sour in Crom, but he'd let him stay 'cause who better to tell everyone about just how bad it went? Ol' Jon, of course. Everyone knew it.

People know things, after all. Everyone knows things, in a hold like High Reaches, such an isolated place that it's a minor miracle that the kids these days ain't born with their hair growin' into their heads instead'a growin' out. Jon's son was born late, out of wedlock to a damned foreigner, that dark Igen girl. Jon had somethin' to say about it, sure; the truth. She was a whore, and little more, but he did his duty to his boy, even as old as he was. S'what a truthful man does, after all.

But they all knew that old Jon had a noose with his name on it, kid or no kid.

They said ol' Jon expected it, comin' in front of the Lord like he did, after th' Lord was ousted; his own Captain was sent to retrieve him from watch duty, talkin' about those damned traitors like they were pigs no better to be butchered. Ol' Jon was want to shake his head and tell his captain off, that those damned rebels had it right, even if they went about it all wrong. Didn't matter his opinion about it, in the end, after all -- he was ol' Jon. Everyone knows he's the last truthful bastard on the planet.

They say when he was asked who was conspiring against the senile Lord, he told the truth.

They say he's th' reason for all the trouble, ol' Jon.

Easy to blame, ol' Jon; he don't talk much no more, not after they made sure he wouldn't. The fishes ate good that night.

But they say his son talked plenty, before he was shipped off with the lot of them, in the dead of the night.

Wonder what ol' Jon would have had to say about that.

== Description ==

Tall and gangly, rawboned, some would call it: Khorde will never be heavy, with a runner's build and shoulders broad for his otherwise lean frame. Dark hair is messy and short, perpetually sandy and soaked with saltwater. Eyes of rich brown are deceptively innocent, set under thick, bold eyebrows which suit his long face, offering balance to the fullness of lips below. It is obvious he isn't done growing; a late-bloomer, to say the least.

== Background ==

A lonely child from a lonely island: some wondered why Khorde grew distant from his own cohort, but most adults just passed him by as just another sulky child. His own father cared not for keeping close tabs on the boy, who would eventually grow into an odds-an-ends handyman of sorts. Khorde's mother died not long after his birth, leaving him without siblings other than those who were only in spirit -- and distant spirit at that.

Never one for chatting, Khorde's sullen attitude is one most all the island is familiar with; despite his social awkwardness, and sour wit, the boy shows promise in that he performs his jobs competantly, persisting until things are done. One of the last children born without a bit of Blood, he distrusts those who lord their so-called status over others, and makes it evident that he cares not for the cares of the world, but for number one first and foremost.

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Kh'ry

2011-06-04T02:27:29Z

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== Prologue ==

It ain't easy, bein' the last truthful person on the planet. That's what Jon would say, at least.

Old Jon was always tellin' the truth, no matter the consequence; far be it that people would revere him for such a trait. No, most people with the misfortune of running into the sergeant would call him a pockmarked bastard. There were whispers about back in the day, when he'd grown up with the Lord; ol' Beradin didn't take too kindly to ol' Jon callin' him out on that deal that went sour in Crom, but he'd let him stay 'cause who better to tell everyone about just how bad it went? Ol' Jon, of course. Everyone knew it.

People know things, after all. Everyone knows things, in a hold like High Reaches, such an isolated place that it's a minor miracle that the kids these days ain't born with their hair growin' into their heads instead'a growin' out. Jon's son was born late, out of wedlock to a damned foreigner, that dark Igen girl. Jon had somethin' to say about it, sure; the truth. She was a whore, and little more, but he did his duty to his boy, even as old as he was. S'what a truthful man does, after all.

But they all knew that old Jon had a noose with his name on it, kid or no kid.

They said ol' Jon expected it, comin' in front of the Lord like he did, after th' Lord was ousted; his own Captain was sent to retrieve him from watch duty, talkin' about those damned traitors like they were pigs no better to be butchered. Ol' Jon was want to shake his head and tell his captain off, that those damned rebels had it right, even if they went about it all wrong. Didn't matter his opinion about it, in the end, after all -- he was ol' Jon. Everyone knows he's the last truthful bastard on the planet.

They say when he was asked who was conspiring against the senile Lord, he told the truth.

They say he's th' reason for all the trouble, ol' Jon.

Easy to blame, ol' Jon; he don't talk much no more, not after they made sure he wouldn't. The fishes ate good that night.

But they say his son talked plenty, before he was shipped off with the lot of them, in the dead of the night.

Wonder what ol' Jon would have had to say about that.

== Description ==

Tall and gangly, rawboned, some would call it: Khorde will never be heavy, with a runner's build and shoulders broad for his otherwise lean frame. Dark hair is messy and short, perpetually sandy and soaked with saltwater. Eyes of rich brown are deceptively innocent, set under thick, bold eyebrows which suit his long face, offering balance to the fullness of lips below. It is obvious he isn't done growing; a late-bloomer, to say the least.

== Background ==

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[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]