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06.Jul.17, 11:35 PM
R'nya of Xyreith
Weyrleader
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Wes Bentley
Important Details
Original Name: Rajanya
Pronounced: rah JAHN yah
Honorific: R'nya
Pronounced: ren-YAH
Nicknames: Ren
Dragon Name: Xyreith
Dragon Name: ZHY-wreath
Dragon Colour: Bronze
Wing Assigned: TBA
Wing Rank: Wingleader
Primary Rank: Weyrleader of Telgar
Secondary Ranks: Wingleader
Place of Birth: Fort Weyr
Date of Birth: 13.09.697 AL
Searched By: N/A
Searched/Stolen Date: N/A - Weyrbrat
Impression Age: 14, 10.06.212 AL (three months before his 15th b'day)
Physical Age: 25
Exiled With: N/A
Partner: Rhaedalyn
Pronounced: rah JAHN yah
Honorific: R'nya
Pronounced: ren-YAH
Nicknames: Ren
Dragon Name: Xyreith
Dragon Name: ZHY-wreath
Dragon Colour: Bronze
Wing Assigned: TBA
Wing Rank: Wingleader
Primary Rank: Weyrleader of Telgar
Secondary Ranks: Wingleader
Place of Birth: Fort Weyr
Date of Birth: 13.09.697 AL
Searched By: N/A
Searched/Stolen Date: N/A - Weyrbrat
Impression Age: 14, 10.06.212 AL (three months before his 15th b'day)
Physical Age: 25
Exiled With: N/A
Partner: Rhaedalyn
Appearance
Eyes: Grey-blue, they could be considered stormy by some people. There is enough depth to the colour to remove any 'icy' effect his gaze might otherwise have possessed. Instead, they tend to strike as lukewarm, and calculating. The eyebrows are dark and heavy, managing to emphasise the light colour o fhis eyes, while his eyelashes are short and somewhat sparse.
Hair: R'nya's hair is black, with little in the way of highlighting or fading; even he is unsure how he's managed to keep it so dark under the fierce rays of the Southern sun. R'nya's hair is thick, and falls around ear length, often swept back casually. It is of a silky texture, that defies any attempt to contain it with pins, clips or leather.
Height: 6'
General Appearance: Clear blue-grey eyes stare out thoughtfully above a straight nose and thin lips, though they are often pulled into just the hint of a smile. Oftimes, this gives the impression that R'nya is silently laughing at whomever may be currently holding his attention. His ears are perhaps a little large, and they appear to be low set due to a high forehead. His jaw line isn't overly strong, sloping down into a slight point of a chin. His neck is not particularly long, and leads down into wide shoulders and a well toned torso. His physique is a well maintained matter of pride for the man, consisting of well defined muscles and an almost 'easy' strength and grace to his movements. He has a subtle, belying control of his body that has a manner designed to draw the eyes of admirers.
Soft, peachy skin objects to the Southern sunlight, often causing R'nya to burn in the summer months, though he fares much better in the cooler seasons; it appears to be incapable of tanning. He claims no freckles, and though he has no particular explanation for that, he is pleased. Freckles are many things, but they are not something he wishes to lay claim to.
R'nya takes particular care of his physical appearance, being sure to have his hair trimmed and his face shaved regularly, though he is no stranger to a 'scruffy' look, and tends to wear it well. It gives an air to the man that he finds useful and appealing, especially when surrounded by so many damned pretty boys. R'nya is not afraid to get his hands dirty, and so can be seen with the marks of his current chore, such as dirt or grime or fish guts. However, he also takes very thorough baths to ensure such evidence never makes it home.
Dressing Style: R'nya dresses in a clear, tidy manner that both expresses his personal taste in looking neat and presentable, while also being functional. Katila Weyr is hardly the place to go parading around in one's finest outfits, and R'nya understands this. As a result, all of his clothing are well crafted, and obviously well cared for, but they aren't particularly eye catching of their own accord. This in particular means they are less often thieved by other members of the Weyr.
Riding leathers and gather outfits are kept carefully maintained and stored away for use when needed. However, he dislikes wearing his leathers in particular, due to the heavy heat of the Southern seasons, and the lack of actual flying he gets to do.
Hair: R'nya's hair is black, with little in the way of highlighting or fading; even he is unsure how he's managed to keep it so dark under the fierce rays of the Southern sun. R'nya's hair is thick, and falls around ear length, often swept back casually. It is of a silky texture, that defies any attempt to contain it with pins, clips or leather.
Height: 6'
General Appearance: Clear blue-grey eyes stare out thoughtfully above a straight nose and thin lips, though they are often pulled into just the hint of a smile. Oftimes, this gives the impression that R'nya is silently laughing at whomever may be currently holding his attention. His ears are perhaps a little large, and they appear to be low set due to a high forehead. His jaw line isn't overly strong, sloping down into a slight point of a chin. His neck is not particularly long, and leads down into wide shoulders and a well toned torso. His physique is a well maintained matter of pride for the man, consisting of well defined muscles and an almost 'easy' strength and grace to his movements. He has a subtle, belying control of his body that has a manner designed to draw the eyes of admirers.
Soft, peachy skin objects to the Southern sunlight, often causing R'nya to burn in the summer months, though he fares much better in the cooler seasons; it appears to be incapable of tanning. He claims no freckles, and though he has no particular explanation for that, he is pleased. Freckles are many things, but they are not something he wishes to lay claim to.
R'nya takes particular care of his physical appearance, being sure to have his hair trimmed and his face shaved regularly, though he is no stranger to a 'scruffy' look, and tends to wear it well. It gives an air to the man that he finds useful and appealing, especially when surrounded by so many damned pretty boys. R'nya is not afraid to get his hands dirty, and so can be seen with the marks of his current chore, such as dirt or grime or fish guts. However, he also takes very thorough baths to ensure such evidence never makes it home.
Dressing Style: R'nya dresses in a clear, tidy manner that both expresses his personal taste in looking neat and presentable, while also being functional. Katila Weyr is hardly the place to go parading around in one's finest outfits, and R'nya understands this. As a result, all of his clothing are well crafted, and obviously well cared for, but they aren't particularly eye catching of their own accord. This in particular means they are less often thieved by other members of the Weyr.
Riding leathers and gather outfits are kept carefully maintained and stored away for use when needed. However, he dislikes wearing his leathers in particular, due to the heavy heat of the Southern seasons, and the lack of actual flying he gets to do.
Personality
General Character Traits: At a glance, R'nya appears to be a quiet and unassuming man, someone often seen on the edges of everything but never anywhere near the spotlight. He has a placid, calculating air about him, with a solid blue-grey gaze that appears to miss very little of what is going on around him. Personally, R'nya considered his ability to shut up and listen to be one of his most notable strengths, though it has lead some to believe he is but a lump of muscle standing beside his Wingleader for additional effect. In reality, R'nya is an incredibly intelligent individual, a fact that he has found keeping to himself often ends up being far more profitable than attempting to make those who are short sighted, see. People who wish to assume him stupid are often stupid enough themselves to be loose lipped in his presence.
As a result, R'nya has developed a quirky sense of humour and a coy not-quite smile that often is almost visible curling one corner of his lips. He is amused by those that consider themselves worth more than another for a multitude of reasons that are often less than true: higher intelligence, a better dragon hide, a more comfortable rank. Such things can be misjudged, or easily taken away and so the bronzerider finds it amusing when others take such comfort and security in them. In relation, he finds children to be remarkably honest, insightful and blunt little humans and enjoys spending time in their general vicinity, though he isn't particularly eager to actually care for them.
R'nya is a relaxed and generally placid man, that is difficult to rile up or irritate. Normally, he finds attempts to do so amusing and intriguing. Sometimes, he will ask the instigator what they hope to achieve by their attempts, but for the most part he simply waits for them to do something that he can call them up for: insubordination is usually the first to rear its head. While R'nya is not a vicious man, or even cruel, he will report a case of insubordination to his Wingleader with a raised eyebrow and mild scepticism, as if wondering how the accused actually thought their point was going to come across in such a manner -- unless, of course, they were attempting to be a martyr.
Unlike a lot of his fellows, R'nya is not particularly colour biased. He can see, acknowledge and understand the benefits and quirks of each colour. He is far more focused on the system of ranks, feeling strongly that one should look up to those above them and strive to reach a standard to which one might increase their own standing. He also believes in acknowledgement of rank, and the displaying of the correct manners and etiquette when around those of higher standing, regardless of what colour dragon they ride - or even if they ride a dragon at all. Additionally, R'nya is not a particularly sexist man, but he does follow the trend of believing women do better at home with the children, or in properly lady like allocations. He will treat those of rank, especially high crafters, with something almost akin to reverence, for he feels that a woman who can so make herself known in such an area must surely be worth renown.
Because of his fierce dedication to his own rank, R'nya is a very reliable and trustworthy lackey to those he stands beside. He is a watcher, and a thinker, always considering his words carefully before opening his mouth. The result of which is that his words are usually received well and considered. He is also determined, and upon being given a task, he will not stop until he has accomplished it to not only the best of his ability, but to his own desired requirements. He aims high, but his record of hitting his goals are almost as steady, and his results are well received.
R'nya considers himself a fair man, and treats others fairly by his own standards and expectations. He expects to so be treated in return, giving his due to those who rank above him, while expecting his due in return. For all the punishments he doles out, R'nya would take any laid upon him without batting an eye: if it has so been deemed by his senior, than so it must be. While he is not incapable of seeing those that abuse their power, he is incapable of bringing himself to object, because they deserve that power, through the hard work they utilised in order to gain it.
Habits/Mannerisms: R'nya is home to a strict posture; he is never one to be seen lounging around or slouching, especially when in the company of those of higher ranking, or those of lower ranking. Or when he's asleep. It has a habit of making him seem uptight, but he simply considers it respectful. Slumping in the presence of your superiors isn't very respectful, and slumping before your subordinates isn't a particularly good example to be setting. Alongside his dedicated posture, R'nya speaks with great property. He will never contract a word, and is always careful and thoughtful when he speaks.
Opinions:
Threadfall Theory: It will be back, and we best be prepared.
Stealing/Kidnapping: A blemish on the history of dragonriders.
Firelizards: Well. I'll be damned.
Return North: Excited. Nervous. Times have changed so much, and so have the dragonriders.
Likes:
Hierarchy: Everyone likes to know where they stand, and R'nya is no different; he likes to know exactly where he stands in regards to everyone and has found the best way to gauge this is by what rank one goes by. Unlike many of his fellow riders, R'nya is not one to place much emphasis on the colour of another man (or woman's) dragon - or even if they have a dragon - but rather on how far up the ladder they have managed to make their way. Those who stand above him are offered the appropriate amount of reverence, while those below are expected to treat him as well as he treats his own superiors.
Thoughtful humour: R'nya enjoys quietly thoughtful humour, as opposed to loud, brash or crass styles that are most commonly found among his fellow riders, particularly those of blue and brown dragons, though if pressed for an admittance, he will grudgingly agree that a crass sense of humour is preferable to no sense of humour. Those that are incapable of enjoying themselves, unable to smile or laugh, are in need of some help. Life is too harsh, not to enjoy the simple pleasures and easy laughter. Despite this, R'nya himself very rarely laughs, usually expressing his appreciation of humour with sparkling eyes and a twitch of his lips.
Children: In small doses, and usually from a distance, R'nya enjoys the refreshing outlook children have on life. He tends to find them wise beyond their years, and finds it amusing when they are more insightful than their adult counter parts. He also very much approves of the work-and-play life the Weyrbrats at Katila have grown up with, feeling that the children of the Weyr will benefit far more from knowing the difference between and how to balance their requirements for work and desire to play, than other children their age up North.
Dislikes:
Insubordination: Everyone has their place, and even those who wish to rise above it would do well to treat their superiors with respect and honour. One does not go around making snippy comments to those who have power over them, especially if they wish to avoid painful punishments or distasteful situations. R'nya's exact hierarchy is difficult to articulate, but his strict personal morals will let him know exactly when someone is being insubordinate and he will not hesitate to doll out punishment - if he is so able; R'nya would never dream of correcting someone more superior than himself.
Troublemakers: R'nya finds troublemakers to be tiresome and more effort than they ever prove worth, especially those that just never seem to learn. Keeping one's nose out of trouble isn't that much effort, is it? Particularly after one has been punished, or seen a friend punished. But still they continue. It is something he is simply incapable of comprehending and instead he finds he will simply do his best to avoid troublemakers, and those situations which most commonly call to them.
Pointless babble: While not necessarily a bad thing to someone who is a self admitted listener above all else, even R'nya can get more than his fill of pointless babble, and he finds those people with a bad case of motor mouth to be the cause of major headaches. They often have very little in the way of things to add to a conversation, and what junk does flood past their lips is very little use to even the worse collector of information. In exchange, R'nya quite enjoys being around gossips and eves-dropping on what it is they feel is important, and the odd things they seem to believe - or admit to making up. R'nya will never punish someone for gossiping, even if what they are talking about could be taken as insubordination: he relies too much on their babbling for his own reasons to make himself a target for silence.
Strengths:
Reliable: R’nya is practically the definition of ‘reliable’. Those that look to him will never fear being lost or confused, because R’nya will always be there. This was of particular importance to the young women he fostered (the ‘golden girls’) during his time at Katila Weyr, helping the young women find their feet in the Weyr and their ranks as weyrladies.
Follower: At his core, R’nya is a follower; his reliability and his stout conviction that the hierarchy is to be obeyed make him a perfect soldier. He will never question the orders given to him by those who outrank him, something that has caused him to do distasteful things in the past, but he is strongly of the belief that superiors should never be questioned.
Leader:
Flaws:
Flaw 1:
Flaw 2:
Flaw 3:
As a result, R'nya has developed a quirky sense of humour and a coy not-quite smile that often is almost visible curling one corner of his lips. He is amused by those that consider themselves worth more than another for a multitude of reasons that are often less than true: higher intelligence, a better dragon hide, a more comfortable rank. Such things can be misjudged, or easily taken away and so the bronzerider finds it amusing when others take such comfort and security in them. In relation, he finds children to be remarkably honest, insightful and blunt little humans and enjoys spending time in their general vicinity, though he isn't particularly eager to actually care for them.
R'nya is a relaxed and generally placid man, that is difficult to rile up or irritate. Normally, he finds attempts to do so amusing and intriguing. Sometimes, he will ask the instigator what they hope to achieve by their attempts, but for the most part he simply waits for them to do something that he can call them up for: insubordination is usually the first to rear its head. While R'nya is not a vicious man, or even cruel, he will report a case of insubordination to his Wingleader with a raised eyebrow and mild scepticism, as if wondering how the accused actually thought their point was going to come across in such a manner -- unless, of course, they were attempting to be a martyr.
Unlike a lot of his fellows, R'nya is not particularly colour biased. He can see, acknowledge and understand the benefits and quirks of each colour. He is far more focused on the system of ranks, feeling strongly that one should look up to those above them and strive to reach a standard to which one might increase their own standing. He also believes in acknowledgement of rank, and the displaying of the correct manners and etiquette when around those of higher standing, regardless of what colour dragon they ride - or even if they ride a dragon at all. Additionally, R'nya is not a particularly sexist man, but he does follow the trend of believing women do better at home with the children, or in properly lady like allocations. He will treat those of rank, especially high crafters, with something almost akin to reverence, for he feels that a woman who can so make herself known in such an area must surely be worth renown.
Because of his fierce dedication to his own rank, R'nya is a very reliable and trustworthy lackey to those he stands beside. He is a watcher, and a thinker, always considering his words carefully before opening his mouth. The result of which is that his words are usually received well and considered. He is also determined, and upon being given a task, he will not stop until he has accomplished it to not only the best of his ability, but to his own desired requirements. He aims high, but his record of hitting his goals are almost as steady, and his results are well received.
R'nya considers himself a fair man, and treats others fairly by his own standards and expectations. He expects to so be treated in return, giving his due to those who rank above him, while expecting his due in return. For all the punishments he doles out, R'nya would take any laid upon him without batting an eye: if it has so been deemed by his senior, than so it must be. While he is not incapable of seeing those that abuse their power, he is incapable of bringing himself to object, because they deserve that power, through the hard work they utilised in order to gain it.
Habits/Mannerisms: R'nya is home to a strict posture; he is never one to be seen lounging around or slouching, especially when in the company of those of higher ranking, or those of lower ranking. Or when he's asleep. It has a habit of making him seem uptight, but he simply considers it respectful. Slumping in the presence of your superiors isn't very respectful, and slumping before your subordinates isn't a particularly good example to be setting. Alongside his dedicated posture, R'nya speaks with great property. He will never contract a word, and is always careful and thoughtful when he speaks.
Opinions:
Threadfall Theory: It will be back, and we best be prepared.
Stealing/Kidnapping: A blemish on the history of dragonriders.
Firelizards: Well. I'll be damned.
Return North: Excited. Nervous. Times have changed so much, and so have the dragonriders.
Likes:
Hierarchy: Everyone likes to know where they stand, and R'nya is no different; he likes to know exactly where he stands in regards to everyone and has found the best way to gauge this is by what rank one goes by. Unlike many of his fellow riders, R'nya is not one to place much emphasis on the colour of another man (or woman's) dragon - or even if they have a dragon - but rather on how far up the ladder they have managed to make their way. Those who stand above him are offered the appropriate amount of reverence, while those below are expected to treat him as well as he treats his own superiors.
Thoughtful humour: R'nya enjoys quietly thoughtful humour, as opposed to loud, brash or crass styles that are most commonly found among his fellow riders, particularly those of blue and brown dragons, though if pressed for an admittance, he will grudgingly agree that a crass sense of humour is preferable to no sense of humour. Those that are incapable of enjoying themselves, unable to smile or laugh, are in need of some help. Life is too harsh, not to enjoy the simple pleasures and easy laughter. Despite this, R'nya himself very rarely laughs, usually expressing his appreciation of humour with sparkling eyes and a twitch of his lips.
Children: In small doses, and usually from a distance, R'nya enjoys the refreshing outlook children have on life. He tends to find them wise beyond their years, and finds it amusing when they are more insightful than their adult counter parts. He also very much approves of the work-and-play life the Weyrbrats at Katila have grown up with, feeling that the children of the Weyr will benefit far more from knowing the difference between and how to balance their requirements for work and desire to play, than other children their age up North.
Dislikes:
Insubordination: Everyone has their place, and even those who wish to rise above it would do well to treat their superiors with respect and honour. One does not go around making snippy comments to those who have power over them, especially if they wish to avoid painful punishments or distasteful situations. R'nya's exact hierarchy is difficult to articulate, but his strict personal morals will let him know exactly when someone is being insubordinate and he will not hesitate to doll out punishment - if he is so able; R'nya would never dream of correcting someone more superior than himself.
Troublemakers: R'nya finds troublemakers to be tiresome and more effort than they ever prove worth, especially those that just never seem to learn. Keeping one's nose out of trouble isn't that much effort, is it? Particularly after one has been punished, or seen a friend punished. But still they continue. It is something he is simply incapable of comprehending and instead he finds he will simply do his best to avoid troublemakers, and those situations which most commonly call to them.
Pointless babble: While not necessarily a bad thing to someone who is a self admitted listener above all else, even R'nya can get more than his fill of pointless babble, and he finds those people with a bad case of motor mouth to be the cause of major headaches. They often have very little in the way of things to add to a conversation, and what junk does flood past their lips is very little use to even the worse collector of information. In exchange, R'nya quite enjoys being around gossips and eves-dropping on what it is they feel is important, and the odd things they seem to believe - or admit to making up. R'nya will never punish someone for gossiping, even if what they are talking about could be taken as insubordination: he relies too much on their babbling for his own reasons to make himself a target for silence.
Strengths:
Reliable: R’nya is practically the definition of ‘reliable’. Those that look to him will never fear being lost or confused, because R’nya will always be there. This was of particular importance to the young women he fostered (the ‘golden girls’) during his time at Katila Weyr, helping the young women find their feet in the Weyr and their ranks as weyrladies.
Follower: At his core, R’nya is a follower; his reliability and his stout conviction that the hierarchy is to be obeyed make him a perfect soldier. He will never question the orders given to him by those who outrank him, something that has caused him to do distasteful things in the past, but he is strongly of the belief that superiors should never be questioned.
Leader:
Flaws:
Flaw 1:
Flaw 2:
Flaw 3:
History
{{{** FAMILY RANKS ** Please keep in mind that Weyrbrats are bred (usually) from dragonriders and Lower Cavern folk; they are not craft educated and generally have an abundance of half-siblings. Stolen Crafters are almost always going to be the eldest or second eldest son that was of a well to-do family in order to pay for their Education. Almost no dragonriders EXCLUDING Katilan Impressed will have a Craft education. A detailed explanation will be needed for those that are. Only one in a blue moon women are passed on to the Craft Halls, and those that are very rarely make it beyond Sr. Apprentice, even in women friendly crafts. Please remember that it is YOUR character that is allowed to be special, not the entire family!}}}
Father: Name, b.YYY, d.YYY
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Mother: Name, b.YYY, d.YYY
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Siblings:
Pern has a high infant mortality rate. Keep this in mind. Most families will produce 4-6 children, of which maybe half will make it to adulthood. Most Pernese die between 50 and 70 if they hold ranking or 'cushy' positions in life. Low ranking peasants and the like are more inclined to die in their late 40's due to the harsher lifestyle they lived. Dragonriders average about 100 years, and have a slowed rate of aging. A LOT of women die in childbirth, especially with their first child, or if they are old and still falling pregnant. It is considered a sin for Hold and Hall women to abort, and even Weyr women are frowned upon, as all children are needed.
Past Lovers/Partners: Only important ones are required.
Current Lovers/Partners: If Applicable.
Children: Almost all characters over the age of 18 that are not virgins waiting to be married, should statistically have at least one child. Without a good explanation, we will be hesitant to accept any character over the age of 25 that has NOT got at least one child running around somewhere. Holderfolk are often married by the time they are 18, and Weyrfolk often flight moth. Children are not required to be RP'd, or even acknowledged during RP. We simply heavily encourage your character to have contributed to the population at some point.
Background Story:
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Father: Name, b.YYY, d.YYY
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Mother: Name, b.YYY, d.YYY
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Siblings:
Pern has a high infant mortality rate. Keep this in mind. Most families will produce 4-6 children, of which maybe half will make it to adulthood. Most Pernese die between 50 and 70 if they hold ranking or 'cushy' positions in life. Low ranking peasants and the like are more inclined to die in their late 40's due to the harsher lifestyle they lived. Dragonriders average about 100 years, and have a slowed rate of aging. A LOT of women die in childbirth, especially with their first child, or if they are old and still falling pregnant. It is considered a sin for Hold and Hall women to abort, and even Weyr women are frowned upon, as all children are needed.
Past Lovers/Partners: Only important ones are required.
Current Lovers/Partners: If Applicable.
Children: Almost all characters over the age of 18 that are not virgins waiting to be married, should statistically have at least one child. Without a good explanation, we will be hesitant to accept any character over the age of 25 that has NOT got at least one child running around somewhere. Holderfolk are often married by the time they are 18, and Weyrfolk often flight moth. Children are not required to be RP'd, or even acknowledged during RP. We simply heavily encourage your character to have contributed to the population at some point.
Background Story:
Year & Age:
Information goes here. A paragraph or so is good, but bare facts are fine.
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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.
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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
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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.
Education Details: A paragraph or so about their time educated. What they excelled in, what they faltered at or found difficult.
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.
Education Details: A paragraph or so about their time educated. What they excelled in, what they faltered at or found difficult.
Dragon
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RP Sample
R’nya had had a particularly enjoyable day.
That was not so much to say his other days in life had not been enjoyable; for the most part, they had. But generally speaking R’nya went out of his way to make sure the girls that surrounded him were the ones that had particularly enjoyable days, and he enjoyed making sure they had more good days than not. Having just about each and every one of them make sure he had a good day was a wonderful surprise and a delightful treat. R’nya was glowing about as brightly as a queen due to fly – in his own way, of course – but any one of his girls would have been able to see it, even if the rest of the population were oblivious to the fact that Mr. Stoic was bubbling on the inside with joy.
The lunch had been spectacular, and R’nya had made sure to try all the dishes, particularly those that were handed to him by either of the excited girls, though with her belly so rounded with her soon to be born babe, R’nya amended he should not refer to the two young goldriders as ‘girls’ so much as women. He hoped Kahleena would be lucky enough to fall pregnant in the coming months or years; the wistful looks she sent Rhaedalyn when the other was not looking belied both her joy for her friend and her own jealous sorrow. He had not managed to wrangle the full story from the girl yet, but he had a fair idea.
When Rhaedalyn mentioned the baby wriggling, R’nya was as politely delighted to have his hand placed on the squirming bump as ever, the battle of manners and shyness long since abandoned. R’nya could still recall the first time she had mentioned the baby moving around him and that she had grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach before either of them realised what was happening. The way Kahleena had barged in and practically pressed both hands and her cheek to Rhaedalyn’s stomach had told R’nya a lot about the unthinking action; he had wondered how many times Kahleena had near tackled the other goldrider before Rhaedalyn had started taking the initiative. The next few times had been a bit of an awkward dance before the dragons had done their thing – or Aradissicath had and Xyreith had watched with mirth.
When lunch was done – and it certainly was not a short picnic – R’nya had escorted the two young goldriders back to the Weyr proper, before diverting to take Xyreith for a bath, after which he enjoyed a thorough soak himself. Clean and shaven, R’nya had donned one of his better outfits before climbing aboard Xyreith; the day with his goldriders was to be wrapped up with an evening with Quilriana, and R’nya was no less delighted by that then he had been by lunch!
Fortunately, for R’nya, Quilriana, and little Miss Whisper, the two humans were enjoying lazy pillow talk and teasing touches when the gold firelizard popped into the bedroom chittering her news. While the bronzerider had been slow to pay her attention, once Whisper had managed to convoy her news R’nya all but fell out of the bed in his surprise and haste, neatly stealing the sheet he had been playfully fighting with Quilriana over in the process. Hastily reclothing himself – and being saved from wearing his shirt inside-out only by his companion’s laughter – R’nya pressed a hasty but no less affectionate kiss to the woman’s lips before dashing to find his dragon as quietly and quickly as possible. There was no need to wake up everyone within the area!
Xyreith was near dancing on the spot when R’nya finally met him, lowering himself so much so that R’nya very nearly toppled right over the other side when he flung himself atop the great bronze. A few moments later, and Xyreith was replying to the watch dragon’s greeting, and angling in on where Rhaedalyn was, urged by information given to them from the distracted Aradissicath. While Xyreith trotted happily off to be with his mate, chortling to himself about R’nya and thoroughly enjoying the images he would share with Aradissicath when she was of a mind to relish them, R’nya peered with wide eyes through the doorway and into the room where Rhaedalyn was holed up.
The bronzerider’s eyes opened wider still at the pained sound Rhaedalyn made as a contraction hit. It was not that he had never seen nor heard a woman in labour before – he certainly had. Rather, it was the fact that it was Rhaedalyn who was so very clearly not enjoying herself and the fact that the good for nothing Z’ia was both responsible and disgusting enough to duck out of the responsibility of caring for the woman and the child by crushing Rhaedalyn’s heart and leaving R’nya to mop up the mess. Well, that really was just vulgar behaviour!
Not that R’nya thought for one moment having the bluerider around was the better scenario. That, however, was not the point! Creeping into the room carefully so as not to bother any of the fussing healers, R’nya found a mostly out of the way spot by the side of Rhaedalyn’s bed, brushing her hair off her face, expression concerned as he offered his other hand for the purpose of being crushed.
Boy or girl?
… It has to be born before I can tell you that!
… Your guess, Sir. Do you think it will be a boy, or a girl? He couldn’t believe he had to actually spell it out, and the disgust was plainly apparent in the bronze dragon’s expression, posture, and the way his voice rolled around R’nya’s mind with exasperation.
Um… Boy?
That was not so much to say his other days in life had not been enjoyable; for the most part, they had. But generally speaking R’nya went out of his way to make sure the girls that surrounded him were the ones that had particularly enjoyable days, and he enjoyed making sure they had more good days than not. Having just about each and every one of them make sure he had a good day was a wonderful surprise and a delightful treat. R’nya was glowing about as brightly as a queen due to fly – in his own way, of course – but any one of his girls would have been able to see it, even if the rest of the population were oblivious to the fact that Mr. Stoic was bubbling on the inside with joy.
The lunch had been spectacular, and R’nya had made sure to try all the dishes, particularly those that were handed to him by either of the excited girls, though with her belly so rounded with her soon to be born babe, R’nya amended he should not refer to the two young goldriders as ‘girls’ so much as women. He hoped Kahleena would be lucky enough to fall pregnant in the coming months or years; the wistful looks she sent Rhaedalyn when the other was not looking belied both her joy for her friend and her own jealous sorrow. He had not managed to wrangle the full story from the girl yet, but he had a fair idea.
When Rhaedalyn mentioned the baby wriggling, R’nya was as politely delighted to have his hand placed on the squirming bump as ever, the battle of manners and shyness long since abandoned. R’nya could still recall the first time she had mentioned the baby moving around him and that she had grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach before either of them realised what was happening. The way Kahleena had barged in and practically pressed both hands and her cheek to Rhaedalyn’s stomach had told R’nya a lot about the unthinking action; he had wondered how many times Kahleena had near tackled the other goldrider before Rhaedalyn had started taking the initiative. The next few times had been a bit of an awkward dance before the dragons had done their thing – or Aradissicath had and Xyreith had watched with mirth.
When lunch was done – and it certainly was not a short picnic – R’nya had escorted the two young goldriders back to the Weyr proper, before diverting to take Xyreith for a bath, after which he enjoyed a thorough soak himself. Clean and shaven, R’nya had donned one of his better outfits before climbing aboard Xyreith; the day with his goldriders was to be wrapped up with an evening with Quilriana, and R’nya was no less delighted by that then he had been by lunch!
Fortunately, for R’nya, Quilriana, and little Miss Whisper, the two humans were enjoying lazy pillow talk and teasing touches when the gold firelizard popped into the bedroom chittering her news. While the bronzerider had been slow to pay her attention, once Whisper had managed to convoy her news R’nya all but fell out of the bed in his surprise and haste, neatly stealing the sheet he had been playfully fighting with Quilriana over in the process. Hastily reclothing himself – and being saved from wearing his shirt inside-out only by his companion’s laughter – R’nya pressed a hasty but no less affectionate kiss to the woman’s lips before dashing to find his dragon as quietly and quickly as possible. There was no need to wake up everyone within the area!
Xyreith was near dancing on the spot when R’nya finally met him, lowering himself so much so that R’nya very nearly toppled right over the other side when he flung himself atop the great bronze. A few moments later, and Xyreith was replying to the watch dragon’s greeting, and angling in on where Rhaedalyn was, urged by information given to them from the distracted Aradissicath. While Xyreith trotted happily off to be with his mate, chortling to himself about R’nya and thoroughly enjoying the images he would share with Aradissicath when she was of a mind to relish them, R’nya peered with wide eyes through the doorway and into the room where Rhaedalyn was holed up.
The bronzerider’s eyes opened wider still at the pained sound Rhaedalyn made as a contraction hit. It was not that he had never seen nor heard a woman in labour before – he certainly had. Rather, it was the fact that it was Rhaedalyn who was so very clearly not enjoying herself and the fact that the good for nothing Z’ia was both responsible and disgusting enough to duck out of the responsibility of caring for the woman and the child by crushing Rhaedalyn’s heart and leaving R’nya to mop up the mess. Well, that really was just vulgar behaviour!
Not that R’nya thought for one moment having the bluerider around was the better scenario. That, however, was not the point! Creeping into the room carefully so as not to bother any of the fussing healers, R’nya found a mostly out of the way spot by the side of Rhaedalyn’s bed, brushing her hair off her face, expression concerned as he offered his other hand for the purpose of being crushed.
… It has to be born before I can tell you that!
Um… Boy?
The Player
Character Created By: ThistleProse
Dragon Created By: ThistleProse
Played By: ThistleProse
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Dragon Created By: ThistleProse
Played By: ThistleProse
Preferred Contact: PM, Cbox, Discord, etc.
Inactivity Preference: Fade Out NPCs
