My Dream World

 

N'mor of bronze Xyreith

Bronzerider

Jeremy Sumpter

 

Important Details

 

Original Name: Indamor
  Pronounced: in-dah-more
Honorific: N'mor
  Pronounced: nh-more
Nicknames: Nem

Dragon Name: Rhezalth
  Dragon Pronounced: Rhee-zalth
Dragon Colour: Bronze
Wing Assigned: TBA
  Wing Rank: Wingrider

Primary Rank: Bronze Wingrider
  Secondary Ranks: N/A

Place of Birth: Katila Weyr
Date of Birth: 19.03.722 AL
Searched By: N/A - Weyrbrat
  First Stood: 29.07.234 AL
  Impression Age: 12, 29.07.234 AL
  Physical Age: 16

Partner: Z'rin of blue Varralath (Yes, he is aware of the irony)
 

 

Appearance

 

Eyes: Soulful, and of a captivating grey with hints of green, N'mor's eyes are slightly on the smaller side of regular and surrounded by thick, dark blonde lashes. Despite the way they can easily draw someone in, N'mor's eyes rarely give away what thoughts are going on inside his mind. Slightly untidy but well shaped eyebrows arch neatly over them, a few shades darker than his hair.

Hair: N'mor's hair sits somewhere between brown and reddish, with a ruddy hue that catches the light and highlights in the summer. Despite the preference of many of his fellow riders for the close cropped style, N'mor clearly favours a shaggy cut, keeping his hair long enough to be messy and get in his eyes, but not long enough to actively do anything with. He keeps it well maintained and clean, but refuses to shave it off.

Height: 5'11 at full growth

General Appearance: While his eyes are captivating, the thing most people notice off the bat about N’mor is that his right arm is missing. Crushed during the landslide at Katila on the 30.07.234 AL, N’mor lost the limb partway between elbow and shoulder, and as a result, wears the sleeves of that shirt pinned up, when not specially made to be without the sleeve.

Now left handed by default, N’mor’s hand is soft from dragon oiling, but nimble and with quick fingers, his handwriting having improved in the past couple of Turns, and his nails are often chewed down to a respectable length simply because the idea of getting someone to clip his nails for him is laughably embarrassing, and more than slightly awkward.

Still growing, N’mor is tall enough, though short for a Pernese. He is well muscled, with long limbs and broad shoulders kept well-muscled by a dutiful dedication to his daily exercises – partly rehabilitation after he lost his arm, and partly pure determination not to be left struggling amongst his peers – and the requirements of looking after a large bronze dragon. Despite having a good handle on overcoming his disability, N'mor still keeps up his rehabilitation exercises, refusing to let what's left of his arm waste away and make his body, in his opinion, 'look even more unbalanced!'

Dressing Style: N'mor dresses tidily and with pride in his appearance, despite what his wind-tossed hair would convince one otherwise. Proud to be a dragonrider, N'mor is never ashamed to don his dragonriding leathers, which are kept neat and clean by both his own standard, and that of his Wingleader. On his own terms, and in general day to day life, N'mor wears loose slacks and a tidy shirt, the colours varying by his mood and what he happens to be up to at any given time. Since moving North again, N'mor was intorduced to his Aunt, who is a willing beneficial to dress him in if not the latest fashion, at least the best fitting clothing he could ask for, while his best friend's mum seems to take a great delight in hand crafting clothing for him, as well.

As a result, N'mor finds himself very well dressed and with many more clothes than he actually needs!
 

 

Personality

 

General Character Traits: At his core, N’mor is a traditionalist; he likes both stability and consistency and believes that the way things have been done has worked, and will continue to work, and as such there is no need to change or move away from traditional methods. Despite – or perhaps because of – having a female bluerider for a mother, N’mor is far more of the belief that women should only ride gold than he will ever be comfortable with them on green and blue, especially young girls like his little sister, whom he has done his best to be a good big brother to, and set a proper example for.

Valuing hard work and responsibility, N’mor is someone who puts his head down to get tasks done in a timely manner, making sure they are done correctly and to the best of his ability. Unable to abide by laziness in others, N’mor will be quick to cast dark looks towards wingmates who are slacking off, and has been known to frown disapprovingly when his father’s laziness is mentioned; N’mor working hard to get away from such a shadow though he has no issue with the responsibility his father picked up as an active Weyrlingmaster, taking pride in the fact that the man brought both N’mor and his dragon, and their entire clutch, safely through Weyrlinghood.

N’mor is far from a socialite, being a quiet and withdrawn young man who only speaks up when required or when he feels what he has to say is important. As a result, his friends are few and far between, but nonetheless, N’mor takes pride in always keeping his promises to others, especially his friends or those of a higher rank than himself. A broken promise is something N’mor finds shameful, and will mull over for weeks at a time on the rare occasions when he fails to uphold his word. Additionally, N’mor has a need for people to play by the rules, though those rules aren’t always the social norms; he has expectations for each rank and each colour, and when they fall outside of those expectations he can become confused and flustered.

Schedules and routine are important to N’mor, who finds it easier to function when he knows what is expected of him, and when. A large part of this came about after he lost his arm, and found that some tasks that once were completed with ease are now so much more difficult, and a lot of simple things can’t be done at all by himself anymore. Because of this, N’mor finds sudden changes to his day to day living both unacceptable and frustrating, often causing the young man’s mood to sour with little warning. Hand in hand with his daily schedules, N’mor loves structure; he loves knowing what fits where, and the why of it all. He needs to know his rank, and how he fits in with the other wingriders of his assignment, as well as how they all slot into the daily life of the Weyr both on the ground, and in the air.

Habits/Mannerisms: Being a proud young man, he walks with his head held high and his shoulders proud; he's never one to shuffle along looking at the ground or avoiding attention though he won't actively seek it, either. N'mor is incredibly quiet spoken, and only chooses to speak up when he feels that what he has to say is of importance. In combination with his proud stance, N'mor can command a crowd and demand attention without having to actually work hard at it.

Opinions:
  Threadfall Theory: It will return. The red-star proves it.
  Stealing/Kidnapping: It was wrong, but desperate measures usually are.
    Weryrleader S'kef: Disapproving; dragonriders are in a hierarchy of colours, and a brown stepping outside those is wrong. That the bronzeriders of Katila let it happen is disgraceful.
     Firelizards: Reserved. While glad the little creatures survived, N'mor isn't overly fond of them. They're worse gossips than greenriders.
    Women's loss of honourifics: The timing was bad, but it was a needed correction. Women shouldn't be on anything but gold, and goldriders don't ellipse their names.
  Return North: Relieved. Now they can be proper dragonriders again.

Likes:
  T'ryn: Son of R'nd, fellow bronzerider, and N'mor's best friend, T'ryn has done more for N'mor than he will ever be able to repay, all the while without making N'mor feel like an invalid after losing his arms. Friends since they were children in the creche, N'mor would trust T'ryn with his life, and his dragon - and indeed, has done so - and is currently keeping a very tight lid on the fact that he's definitely in love with his fellow bronzerider.
  Familiarity: N’mor loves routine, and the reassuring knowledge that comes with waking up in the morning and knowing exactly what is expected of him for the upcoming hours. While changes are dealt with without too much issue, N’mor prefers it when things go to plan; he’s had enough excitement in his life thanks to losing his arm to be quite enough.
  Music: Tt would be hard for anyone raised by B'jin not to have a deep respect and taste for music. While N’mor is not overly fond of the sound of his own singing voice (though it is very good), he has a love of listening to both instruments and the sound of singing, especially his father. While he doesn’t make a habit of it, N’mor has been known to wring out the occasional song, though he has yet to make any of them public or even share them with friends or father. While N'mor will occasionally sing for his dragon, if badgered enough, he hasn't let anyone else hear him sing in Turns.

Dislikes:
  Pity: The surest way to anger N'mor is to offer him pity, particularly in regards to the loss of his right arm. While he is missing the limb, and indeed has some struggle with day to day life as a result, he has no intention of taking handouts from those that surround him, and he certainly doesn't want anybody's pity!
  Blue Dragons & their riders: While N’mor has never given any explanation as to why, he has a great dislike of blue dragons and is especially mistrustful of those who are bonded to women. It is believed by those closest to the bronzerider that his mistrust stems from some situation with his mother’s blue, but no answer has ever been given one way or another, with N’mor answering any such questions with a stony look and cool silence.
  Liars and Cheats: there are a lot of things N’mor will ignore, but liars and cheats are people that will quickly gain N’mor’s attention, and not in a good way. He has no qualms about turning tail and tattling on wingmates or classmates that have big mouths about shirking their duties, or that he catches out, and he cares not what they think of him for turning them in.

Strengths:
  Perseverance: N’mor is clearly and easily defined as steadfast, always working forward towards a final goal, despite how difficult the progress may be. His tenacity wasn’t something that was obvious about him until the loss of his arm, where the characteristic became a highlighter for the young man’s pure need to be independent and capable of taking care not only of himself, but also of his newly bonded dragon.
  Integrity: Honest and true spoken, N’mor rarely speaks unless needed and when he does open his mouth, what falls from his lips is always truthful and honest. He takes pride in being an example by which others can strive to be like, and is never shy to step forward even when what he is relaying is bad news or tattling on individuals he knows to be out of line as he feels someone needs to do it. N’mor always takes responsibility for his actions and his words, unafraid to claim his own mistakes as well as take the praise for tasks well done.
  Leadership: Being quiet spoken and honest, N’mor doesn’t so much have the charisma for leadership as he does the steady head and quiet authority of someone who knows how to act in an emergency and keep control of a situation. He isn’t afraid of much of anything, and his ability to keep his emotions and reactions under wraps when doing emergency drills or during literal emergencies makes him a natural candidate for leadership when required.

Flaws:
  Mistrustful: N’mor is usually simply written off as quiet and reserved, but in reality he is deeply mistrustful of other people and their motives, especially those who are bonded to blue dragons. Keeping quiet and out of mind, N’mor keeps a watchful eye and waits for the people around him to prove his mistrust of them worth point; just because they haven’t yet, doesn’t mean they won’t. Because they will, eventually.
  Arrogant: While N’mor won’t outright go around telling people he is better than them, the young bronzerider has a clear opinion on most matters, and his tendency to be right about things does nothing to curb the arrogant ego that is hiding under the surface of this quiet watcher.
  Prejudiced: N’mor is a quiet sexist, feeling that the proper place for women is doing their womanly duties, and not Impressing dragons that aren’t gold, or running around in positions of rank and authority. It takes a lot for a woman to win N’mor’s respect when she is outside of her traditional role, and if she happens to be bonded to a blue dragon, she has almost no hope of winning him over, no matter how hard she works. He also absolutely abhors the notion of sleeping with women outside the requirements of Flight, though he keeps such thoughts to himself and his closest friends.
 

 

History

 

Father: B'jin of green Larrikith
Rank: Weyrlingmaster at Telgar
Mother: Isnary of Blue Dynith
Rank: Bluerider, deceased in the landslide
Siblings:
Amorandii, F, 09.11.726 AL, daughter of Jayedi of blue Caymath who is deceased.

Past Lovers/Partners: Vaeyla of gold Nadioth (Flight)
Current Lovers/Partners: Z'rin of blue Varralath
Children: N/A
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Education

 

Craft: N/A if not applicable or 'General Education' for those that can read, write and do basic mathematics. Most Pernese still receive a very general education by the Hold Harpers, but very few ever end up in a Hall. If you character is Hall trained, be sure to include proper information on how they ended up as such in their History. Please see This Board[/url] for details on Crafts and Craft Hall lifestyles in our Canon. Remove the Rank portions if not formally educated.
  Specialty: A character may only specialise in ONE area, no matter how smart or talented they may be.

Craft Rank: Jr./Sr. Apprentice, Jr./Sr. Journeyman/Master. N/A if irrelevant.
  Date Apprenticed: dd.mm.yyy AL - No apprenticeship before age 12 without permission. N/A if irrelevant
  Date Tapped: dd.mm.yyy AL - No Journeymen under the age of 18 without explicit permission. N/A if irrelevant.
  Mastership Obtained: dd.mm.yyy AL - N/A if irrelevant. No Honorary masterships without permission. Masters must be over the minimum age given in the Crafts[/url] thread.

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Dragon

 

Dragon Name: Dragonth
  Name Pronounced: Pronounced
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  Wing Rank: Wingrider, unless otherwise approved by the Team

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RP Sample

 

N’mor was rather excited about the prospect of the get-together that was being held at his Aunt’s. Having been invited by both his father, and T’ryn, N’mor had taken his friend’s suggestion to heart and made a trip to Telgar Hold, where he had been able to purchase a pair of the strange contraptions that would be attached to his feet so he could glide on the ice. It sounded ridiculous to N’mor, but T’ryn seemed to find the idea appealing and he had not seen any reason not to go along with it. Tying said ‘skates’ to the appropriate section of his dragon’s leathers, N’mor had checked once more that he was appropriately rugged up – sweating as he was in the mild Ista weather, he knew Benden would be a lot colder – before climbing up onto Rhezalth and strapping himself in.

They met T’ryn in the skies above Ista, and Rhezalth took the location from the other bronze, N’mor saluting cheerfully before they vanished between. Reappearing above the rather quaint holding, N’mor peered around curiously as he directed Rhezalth to land a polite distance from where he could see his father, R’nd, and an assortment of R’nd’s family. A wicked smile found itself on his lips, and N’mor slid casually off of Rhezalth and jogged over to join the group, slinging his arm around his father’s waist. “Hey Dad! Thanks for the invite!” He turned his bright grin on Eridella. “Hey Aunt Eridella!” He glanced – not at all subtly – towards R’nd and tossed a wink at Eridella. He felt B’jin laughing silently against his side. Letting go of his father, he stepped forward and kissed the woman politely on the cheek, before turning and making his way back to his dragon. Relieving Rhezalth of the skates and his riding straps (which N’mor tossed on the growing pile of straps from other dragons), the young bronzerider made his way to an empty bench near the frozen lake. Good insight of the holders!

Settling himself on the bench, N’mor set his feet on the skates, and then waited patiently for T’ryn to join him and tie them for him. Having only one hand was such a drag sometimes, but at least he had his friend! If he enjoyed the strange activity, N’mor decided he would get the straps changed to be like the ones on his riding leathers, so he could tighten them himself. In the meantime, N’mor watched the skaters on the lake as T’ryn set his own on, and then he stood up hesitantly, and waddled towards the lake, laughing at their awkwardness. “This is ridiculous,” he said, highly entertained. Clearly once one got the hang of it, it was a rather delightful activity to watch; but N’mor could also tell by the people with their arses in the air or on the ice, that it was not an easy one to master.

N’mor took one more step, and that landed him on ice. Surprised, he squealed in an incredibly inelegant manner as his feet went out from under him, sending him careening across the ice on his rear end. Spinning slightly, N’mor threw back his head and laughed so hard his stomach hurt before he managed to catch his breath and took the hand offered to him by T’ryn that allowed his friend to haul him to his feet. “That was elegant,” he laughed, face flushed with amusement and eyes sparkling. He tried to get his feet back under him instead of splayed and grinned as T’ryn gave him a shove, sending him gliding awkwardly across the ice. Okay, so that was not so hard. But how were people doing the actual skating thing?

I love this snow stuff! Rhezalth interrupted N’mor’s thoughts, and the young man looked up to see where his dragon was, and then laughed again as he saw the usually reserved bronze dragon on his back, wings splayed as he rolled and wriggled in several feet of snow. Look! Wriggling until he could stand up, Rhezalth spread his wings and shook bodily, sending a cloud of snow crystals out in every direction. So pretty! the bronze was standing with his head tilted up, watching the crystals slowly falling back around him. N’mor smiled wistfully. We’ll come back some time when it’s snowing, he promised, delighted in his dragon’s childlike wonder. He laughed again when Rhezalth took several leaping bounds and then flopped over into a fresh patch of snow to start again.

Shifting his gaze from his dragon, N’mor’s attention was caught by a familiar back. He frowned slightly, staring and mildly confused, before the person in question turned around. N’mor flushed crimson at being caught staring when Z’rin’s gaze met his, and he waved weakly in response to the bluerider’s cheerful gesture. Unfortunately, the action unbalanced him, and N’mor’s feet went out from under him, sending him toppling back onto his rear with an ‘oof’ of surprise. Cringing, he glanced up warily to see if Z’rin had seen (it didn’t look like it?) but in the process caught sight of T’ryn. N’mor groaned as his face heated up again, and he dropped his chin to his chest for a moment. Lifting his head again, he forced a quirky smile onto his lips and held out his hand. “Help me up?” he asked, deciding to pretend what had just happened, hadn’t. Hopefully T’ryn would follow his lead… right?

 

The Player

 

Character Created By:  ThistleProse
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