N'ikos of Ista Weyr, formerly Nicodemus of Sylvan CotHold, is the rider of bronze Camenath on the Pern based online Role Playing game, Dragonsfire MOO. He is an extremely shy, introverted soul who everyone, for some unknown reason, seems to find him completely adorable. This makes him worried about their sanity and his.
N'ikos
Walnut eyes watch the world, deeply set under a pensive brow. Cropped curls of dark brown form chaotic ringlets which encompass a thin bronzed face, his arched cheekbones and strong chin suddenly disrupted by a rather cynical tilt of lips. A jumble of wiry muscles are made awkward only by their owner's intrinsic insecurity. He observes quietly, this tall, thin shadow; only remarking when necessary but always watching.
Camenath
Slightness delineates a spare frame, lanky grace an intrinsic attribute of this sensitive dragon. Elusive, subtle - a rich patina of bronze radiates through a mantle of blackened Dutch-gold and tarnished brass hues, lending a glint of dark opaline to taut hide. A slender baton of a tail taps out a relentless beat, matching the fluidity of tenuous wing sails all aglow with lambent moonlight as they settle over a lean back - aged bronze iridescence a glimmer of rainbow over flat, wiry muscle. Blunted head knobs shade the too-big eyes, jewel-faceted spheres often whirling with nervous speed in a black-masked face tapering to an elegantly slim muzzle. Limber lines meld into a supple neck, curved with athletic poise and carried through to agile limbs to create a complex beauty.
Jenner
Nothing in the way of cagey looks or thorntip ridges could begin to suggest the streetrat tenacity of this lithe, whip-tailed shadow of a brown. Adrift, assured--a rebel without plans or scruples--Jenner's always on his own side, even is no one else is.
Dangerous Mood: Accidents /could/ happen.
Bungee
Aquatic, despotic, and oh-so-green, from the pondscummy slickness of each neckridge to the lilypad spread of her wings to the delusional swamp-fire ablaze in both bulgy eyes -- nothing can explain her away. She's kneedeep in primordial ooze, springing insanely from one situation to another, and you'd better be either tenacious or terribly sick in the head if you expect to keep up with her for long.
All you tadpoles best beware: Fungee-Bungee's here to /scare!/
Camenath's Ledge
A very large ledge juts out quite a distance from the rock wall it is attached to, overhung and cropping out to provide shade in one portion, the other portion open to warming from the sun. It is swept clean, the stone smoothed by years of use; unusual as it is, the ledge is given privacy by its being divided from the other weyrs on either side by jutting jags of volcanic stone, giving it a peaceful and solitary perspective over the Weyr itself.
Camenath's Weyr
Nature's opulence has run rampant in this weyr, helped little by the hand of humans, although here and there touches from the latter can be seen. In the past, someone has fancied themselves an artist, taking the indigenous rock formations along this weyr's ceilings and walls, carving them into myriad figurines, muses to inspire them in their work, whilst painted murals dot the walls here and there, an entire gambit of masks; sad, happy, ecstatic, and even more, each one finely detailed to show a specific emotion, though time has faded their sharpness into mellow memory. Swept clean, the weyr itself contains only a bed and clothespress, both used but in good condition, the former piled with clean furs. A dragon wallow runs the length of one entire wall of this large weyr, the depression deep and overflowing with comfortable rushes for comfort. Adding to the ancient opulence of the cavern, heavy crimson velvet curtains capture the light thrown from dozens of bright glows, keeping out the wind and the Weyr noise and leaving the inner recesses cozy, quiet, and peaceful for its inhabitants.
Nicodemus was born to Egerman and Leanora of Sylvan Cothold on the outskirts of Lemos. With his many siblings, especially older brothers, he spent much of his younger years fending for himself in his own quiet way. As soon as he was old enough, he started
helping all the other brothers and their father in the family business of woodworking, finally specializing in woodcarving along with his uncle Norton. But Sylvan Cothold was quite unpleasant with his mother constantly introducing him to eligible young girls for handfasting and his father more concerned about occupation than his offspring. Finally at the age of 21 turns, he convinced his family that he should be allowed to set off to Ista Weyr to sell their goods further from home.
Then he conveniently settled himself in to the Weyr making a few friends along the way. Maradydd, then Harper Apprentice, and her brat-like student Dobbin were among the first. Then Katarra, who Nicodemus found out, to his immense shock, was the Istan Weyrwoman. One day while in the Galleries looking at gold Tajiath�s hatch, a very proddy Wullan confronted him and her gold Isabeth tilted down to suddenly exclaim in Nicodemus�s mind >>You smell nice!<< In other words, Nic was Searched.
Days spent in the unpleasant Candidate Barracks culminated by standing on the hot and scratchy Sands of Ista. After some initial nervousness, he spotted the Elusive Bronze Hatchling from the Big Top Egg who seemed as frightened as he at being dropped into the middle of the madhouse whirlwind of activity. Suddenly there was a slow drift of music and into his head came a song of recognition. >>We will make music together.<< >>I am Camenath. I am yours.<<
Weyrling time passed relatively quickly for the two, adding more friends to his growing list. Fiora, rider of green Paniliath, Kr'lin, rider of blue Saironth, Creer, the Enlander Clan Leader, and G'briel, rider of green Llawenth. N�ikos and Camenath finally graduated to official Dragonrider membership and into the Griffon wing.
N'ikos soon fell in love with Maradydd, but being the shy person he is, refused to admit it. And somehow N'ikos, of the strict Holder upbringing also fell for G'briel the greenrider. What ensued was an amusing triangle of disappointment, fighting, confusion, and all around hilarity for outside observers. It all finally ended for the better, though there's still a little stress lurking nder the surface. So now N'ikos spends his time happily between Camenath, Gabe, and Mardy, and life is good.
N'ikos's family is frighteningly large and overwhelmingly complex even to the family members themselves, so I figured it would be best to just shove all that extra info onto another page which resides here.
