Post by Fort BOD on May 18, 2011 20:27:41 GMT -5
Name: T'var
Pronunciation: Tuh'var
Age: 45
Birthplace: High Reaches Weyr
Craft & craft rank: Harper (Guitar Specialization)
Weyr Rank: Candidatemaster (BOD NPC played by Courtney)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical Description: Standing comfortably at 5'10", T'var isn't the tallest rider in the Weyr but nonetheless he garners plenty of attention. Despite his Northern breeding his pale skin tolerates the sun well and he has cultivated a perfectly bronze tan for many Turns. He keeps in shape with plenty of running and exercise, and his frame is lean and muscular.
He has dark, dirty blond hair and hazel eyes, but that's where the resemblance to his nephew ends. He has an angular face with a strong jaw, and a straight nose that is set over flawless, gleaming white teeth. A killer grin makes the laugh lines appear around his eyes and more often than not it's these traits that instantly endear him to the fairer sex.
Although he does his best to stay clean shaven, sometimes a shave slips his mind and he grows a bit of a stubbly beard (true to his breeding, a full beard will always be out of reach). He keeps his hair cut short and prefers to dress comfortably when not in his riding leathers.
Personality: In the days before his promotion, T'var was a risk taker. He still loves to bet on anything from how long he can balance a spoon on his nose to the outcome of a runner race. Because he spent a good deal of his childhood trying to out fox a mischievous older brother, he has a competitive streak a mile wide. On the whole he is good natured, affable, and always up for adventure. He is popular and makes friends wherever he goes, preferring quantity over quality. Even though some may not consider his friendships "deep", he is loyal to a fault and will not hesitate to go to the mat for anybody he considers a friend. Naturally, this devotion extends to his young charges. The downside to this is that he may lose his temper, showing a darker, angrier side until the storm passes. Particularly unruly Candidates may find themselves on the wrong side of this temper, and it will be an experience they won't soon forget.
Due to his handsome features, endearing personality and killer body, T'var is and always has been a lady killer. His relationship pattern is best described as serial monogamy; when he's in a relationship he's in it completely...until he gets bored and something younger or better looking comes along. Thus, his love life has been a long, looooong, road with many twists, turns and dips. Truth is, T'var wouldn't have it any other way.
History: Tevaros was born at High Reaches Weyr, the son of a blue rider and a Harper. Although their affair didn't last long, M'ceros and Tivala both took active roles in raising their son. Often the boy would be invited to play with his half-brother, Micallen, and the pair developed a healthy sibling rivalry. Micallen, the older of the two, was notorious for starting some sort of mischief and then cleverly leaving Tevaros to take the blame when it went south. However undeserved, Tevaros gained quite the reputation as a trouble maker throughout the Weyr, while Micallen became known as the favored son. As soon as they were of age, each brother entered Candidacy. Lo and behold, the boys Impressed browns at the same Hatching! Now young T'var finally felt that he was on equal footing with his older brother, and from weyrlinghood to the fighting wings their rivalry continued, each of them always striving to outdo the other.
The final straw came when T'var was 28 and M'callen just 30, during a mid-winter training exercise. As usual, T'var laid a bet that M'callen couldn't pull off some dangerous stunt, and M'callen not only saw the bet but raised the stakes. Despite the fact that his dragon, Daralth, pulled off the daring maneuver beautifully, a leather strap, cracked from the frigid temperatures, snapped and sent M'callen plummeting to his death.
T'var told no one of the bet he'd had with his brother, and to this day he occasionally has nightmares about the incident. He blamed himself for the loss of M'callen (whom he loved dearly, and had always secretly admired) and requested a transfer over to Fort not long after he passed. For many Turns, T'var put his past behind him and enjoyed the warmer climes and rigorous training of his new home.
As that fateful day in a harsh High Reaches winter faded into the mist of his memory, the nightmares came fewer and farther between. When the position of Candidatemaster opened, T'var applied and was promoted. He's been loving the job since!
Dragon Information:
Name: Matimith
Color: Brown
Age: 31
Length: 34'
Wingspan: 56.5'
Physical Description: Matimith may be only be average in length, but he makes up for his short stature by being bulky. At first glance it almost seems like the brown is overweight, but when he moves it becomes obvious that he is just one *seriously* muscular dragon. His frame just barely supports all the muscle he has packed on , and even his wings have become thick and muscular to carry his bulk aloft.
His hide is a medium chocolate brown, like klah with lots of sweetening added to it. His wing sails are just a few shades lighter. His coloration would be uniform if not for the odd clusters of darker colored specks that are found at random points all over his body; nobody is sure if they are draconic freckles or birth marks.
Personality: This brown and his bonded are perfect symmetry. Where T'var is full of verve and energy, Matimith is calm and steady, ever the voice of reason. When T'var feels the need to defend someone or right an injustice, Matimith is often only a step behind to back him up. Unlike his rider, Matimith is looking for a *mate* and will be very selective in who he chases...much to his lifemate's chagrin.
Matimith is kind-hearted and friendly to all dragons, regardless of rank or color. During Fall his eyes are always on his wing mates, and he will do his best to make sure his wing comes back safe. In the event that something *does* go wrong, however, this sensitive dragon will be prone to blaming himself and may even suffer survivor's guilt.