Name: Roaland (Ro'lan)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexual Preference: Female
Rank: Weyrling

Appearance: Roaland's appearance errs on the noticeable side of plain. While his very-dark brown hair is cut in a jagged yet charmingly messy imitation of a presentable hairstyle, his eyes are a darkish, striking green and the feature most often commented upon or remembered. Anybody who's tried to fashion his hair into a more traditional-- or less-messy-- style will attest that the shagginess and messiness is simply due to the unruly quality that renders it utterly unmanageable. His skin is a pale to moderate tan, never golden enough to be bronze but always with some color from the sun. His form is just average enough to not draw any extra attention to him, for he's not particularly broad-shouldered or muscular. He doesn't lack definition but he slips onto the tall side of average.

Personality: Roaland was never outright pleasant to anybody, but he was also never downright nasty. He holds himself with an arrogant air, and from his posture to his expression he just gives off an aura of what couldn't exactly be termed as self-confidence but more of a conceit, or a smug disdain. He's a person who thrives on relationships, and he's mildly outgoing, to the extent that he doesn't mind others who approach him but not so much that he would, on normal circumstances, willingly approach another. Many mistake his mildly amused silence for brooding, and give him some berth. He's a deep thinker but prefers working more than learning-- he's a kinetic learner, that is, a hands-on learner who believes that experience is the best teacher, because it has been that way in the past, for him. Despite all this, Roaland is genuine, and has a hard time understanding how anybody could be willingly deceitful. He's not cheerful, but he's never cruel, and he's got a surprisingly warm heart for those he wants to display it to. One thing he's been underestimated in is his ability to work-- he might not be fantastically gifted, but he is quite the hard worker, and does not take kindly to most distractions.

History: Roaland was a flightbrat from Fort, and lived in the creeche until he was old enough to start training. Although he knew his parents, a prominent green rider and a less-prominent brown rider, and he was also fond of visiting his uncle, a bronze rider, he never did meet much of his relatives, nor any other of his family. As a result, he feels very attached to the three family members he does know, but regards strong familial sentiments with a sort of distant, unrelated apathy and bewildered amusement. He was trained in Smithing but as soon as he was old enough he was Searched; he never truly did any real smithing work, as it was, but simply learned the theories as a foundation for an emergency backup in case he wasn't suitable for the dragons. In his career of Standing and anything previous, he's surprisingly skilled with a blade, for one his age. However, he's not the sort of person who relishes duels, and was only instructed on his uncle's wishes.

On 10.29.07, he Impressed Brown Vetusonth and became Ro'lan.

Family: Mother Vayrie, rider of Green Nunth of Fort
Father Fa'ligh, rider of Brown Saelitth of Fort
Uncle T'zir, rider of Bronze Tarsvath of Fort



Pets: None


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Dragon: Brown Vetusonth
Appearance: Vetusonth's hide is a pleasant, warm shade, although swirls of pale and dark brown also cross his hide and give his smooth hide the appearance of texture, almost marble-y or reflecting the grain of wood. Structurally, though, there is no deceptions. He is stocky in build, with solid bone and very well-formed muscle. His form is very toned, and very muscular, but he is not as large as many other browns, coming in at a rather even height and length for browns.
Size: Small to medium (Tentative)
Personality: Vetusonth is very serious in personality, taking orders very seriously and becoming frustrated at any complications that can arise. He is also very determined to prove himself, feeling very much like he would be passed over if he did not push himself perhaps more than he should. This results in a bit show-off-y attitude, as he strives to complete whatever task he is given with competence and confidence. His is almost arrogant in his certainty, and his willpower is a formidable force Ro'lan often has to grapple with and be careful to keep tabs on the brown.



Brown Vetusonth-- Wise Old brown-- Roaland

((Hatched from Ominous Red Star Egg))

From Iolath's First Clutch

A particularly distinguished egg, the general whiteness would be slightly darker than most, a ruddy orange that stood out from its sibling eggs. Upon the brown/red shell would be mottlings of yellows and orange, with swirls and torrents of fury bubbling and bursting. Darker spots seemed to mark a 'cool' point in the molten hotness of the egg here and there, but these markings were faint and the overall likeness of the red star would be mostly for those with vivid imaginations.

Of course, one couldn't let injury and chaos stop a hatching; the show must go on! Instead of shattering, the egg nearly seemed to peel away, like a seed sprouting its first young vine. Out of this fiery chaos, a gnarled old stump.. er.. a brown hatchling would slither from the egg. His coloring was that of age and time, of a smooth river stone, or an old tree. Though tinged with the orangy hues of hunger, his eyes were less violent a hue than many of his other siblings. He knew he was hungry, but he knew that his source of relief and companionship was nearby. Calmly, he stepped out of the wreckage of shells, closer to the remaining candidates.

Also doesn't have to Impress from this clutch, if you don't have enough eggs (=

Oh they'll be plenty of eggs XD But we'll see. Accepted.