Post by Harbinger on Dec 21, 2015 22:51:35 GMT
Name: X'ric
Rank: Senior Weyrling (Rainstorm Class)
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical description:
Personality description:
History:
Rank: Senior Weyrling (Rainstorm Class)
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical description:
- Note: This will be refined in the future, but nothing will change except wording.
X'ric is, quite basically, a man of cliches. One glance, and all but the very dullest Pernese can accurately guess the heritage of this particular Dragonrider. With the height and bulk, X'ric was born to eat, sleep, and breathe smithing. Filling out a hearty six feet and three inches, he is also broad-shouldered and broad-chested, with all limbs banded with toned muscle. While not exactly a muscle man, X'ric looks, and is, quite strong, able to use his bulk to his advantage - not that he often needs to. His face is rather square, with a strong jaw and features more often than not considered quite ruggedly handsome. Short hair gently brushes the top of his ears, worn in a very uncomplicated style, and is utterly and completely jet black in color. Anyone that puts any focus on this man's eyes has to recall the old adage of said organs being the window to the soul. X'ric's eyes are certainly striking, a bright green, and hold the kindness he is known for; but also anyone can see the strength, and even hardness, this man holds in his soul. More often than not, X'ric can be found in sturdy work clothes, his day-to-day activities needing function over fashion. When he is required to dress up, however, he prefers plain clothes with smooth lines, often in earth tones.
Personality description:
- X'ric seems, at the very surface, some strange conglomeration of being both simple and very complex. There are very basic parts to him, but a lifetime (and then some) of experiences has added layers.
First and foremost, X'ric has a very strong sense of duty and responsibility. Be this taught or simply bred into him, X'ric holds the same honor and pride in his work as the Smiths he once used to live with. Anything that's worth doing is worth doing well, and as such, he puts all of his effort into anything he puts his mind to. Furthermore, he has no patience for anyone who slacks off or does a half-assed job. X'ric is not truly hide-bound by any means, but he does follow tradition, as they are practices tried and true.
Perhaps from an advanced state of maturity, X'ric sees absolutely no rhyme or reason in anger. He shows nothing but respect for anyone, even those who have previously disrespected him. A kind soul seems to emanate from every fiber of his being in a tangible way, as anyone who has met him knows this is what truly lies inside. Oftentimes the biggest punishment is simply knowing how disappointed X'ric is because of your actions than the actual discipline. There are some times when X'ric is actually rather hard to read regarding his true feelings because he'd rather not show them.
A tinkerer at heart, this Smith-bred man is also very curious and has a thirst for knowledge. Smithing would have been a perfect job for him as it would have given ample opportunities to learn about how stuff works. Now he spends his time reading books. More recently, he's gotten quite curious about the jungles surrounding Xian Weyr, wanting to know what dangers but also, more importantly, what opportunities lie within the foliage. Unfortunately, his duties take up most of his time, so this investigation is more often than not on hold.
While not exactly a social butterfly, X'ric will engage in good conversation when prompted. Sometimes this is challenging, however, as X'ric was once several of Southern's Riders' immediate superior. Still, those that can look beyond that will find X'ric to be exactly as described, with perhaps some surprises mixed in. Very few people know who X'ric truly is, and it doesn't seem like that will change too much in the future.
History:
- To also be refined
A smith, born and bred, little Xoberic was born slightly prematurely to a blacksmith and his goldsmith wife, though neither had too much concern about their (relatively) tiny child's life being cut short. And they had no need to, as over the years the baby turned into a toddler and then turned into a child. Young Xoberic was a very curious lad, and often would watch other people do their jobs around the hold, just to see how it was done and how it worked. Both parents could easily see their son growing up to take on their profession - perhaps a machinist, or a chemical smith. As anyone would expect given his pedigree, Xeric quickly grew out of his smallness, and after puberty he fit right in with the other apprentices at the Southern Smith Hall.
Some time after he turned fifteen, a Search from Southern stopped by, and Xoberic was picked out as potential. He felt honored to be considered to help save Pern against its ancient enemy, and gladly accepted. Shortly after, a strong, nearly white hatchling walked up to Xoberic, announcing himself as Silver Taireth, and asking for some food from his X'ric. No one could have picked a better match. Weyrling Training seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and before they knew it, they were off saving Pern. Shortly after Weyrling Training completed, Taireth would chase and catch a female Black, winning with surprising ease. X'ric and Vynara parted on good terms, though it was a few months after that the Blackrider found out she was as pregnant as her dragon. At the age of seventeen, X'ric was already a father.
For the next few turns, X'ric and Taireth worked hard in protecting Southern's people from a menace the same color as the dragon's hide. Some say this was their downfall - who could tell silvery Thread from a silvery dragon? No one is quite sure what happened, but the will of a Gold managed to get Taireth back to Southern's Weyrbowl. The healers pulled X'ric from his flailing dragon in an attempt to keep the rider safe and calm so they could tend to the dragon, but all too soon, there was nothing but cold air left.
Xeric was broken. For quite some time, the half-man wasted away in the infirmary, saved from dehydration and starvation by broth laced with enough fellis to keep him compliant. The first few days he was barely lucid by his own hand. After about two sevendays he was human enough to make the decision on whether or not he would follow Taireth. He took a walk to see the world one last time, only to have a chance encounter with a toddler Xavinyra. His child. Something precious to him that loved him unconditionally. It was then that Xeric pulled himself out of the deep and declined the mercy draught. He dedicated himself to raising his child and helping the Weyr, finishing up his apprenticeship under a Master stationed at Southern to become a blacksmith and create the various metal things needed around the Weyr. He remained friends with the Weyrleaders, who had trusted him as Wingsecond before the disaster, and he was often employed as counsel and diplomat.
Finally back to a strong semblance of himself, he eagerly volunteered to assist in the scouting of what would become Xian when it was determined that Southern was simply getting too large. He spent a few weeks at the cavern system that would become the new Weyr, using what knowledge he had to determine how to proceed, what tools to use, and the like. He returned to Southern to keep up with his paternal duties and because he had the forge and equipment needed to create the tools Xian would need.
Xavinyra's twelfth turnday came, as did a clutch. While hatchings always caused Xeric to feel uncomfortable, he wouldn't miss this for the world and wouldn't miss any clutches until Xavinyra Impressed. Eggs hatched, Dragons found their lifemate, but one Brown seemed very worried. Scared, even - he hadn't moved from his place in the remnants of his shell. He was finally urged forward, and the filigree Brown took a few unsteady steps forward, head slowly swinging back and forth as he looked at both males and females. Eventually his path took him past the ring of candidates and his gaze went up into the stands, locking eyes with X'ric. A quiet little voice mentioned that he was Kiranth and that he would like some food if that wouldn't be too much trouble.
The man once again named X'ric was floored. He found himself entering Weyrling Training once again with kids half his age. Ultimately, a good portion of his training was self-taught, considering he didn't need to go through lectures on Weyr structure or dragon anatomy. Wing Drills? He had led those for two turns. Some visualizations for Betweening needed a little brushing up, but subjects drilled into a person until they were instinct didn't leave easily.
Still, it wasn't perfect. Kiranth wasn't Taireth, X'ric had succeeded where Xavinyra failed. X'ric strugged with himself for a bit, only to find relief that his entire Weyrling class would be transferring to Xian. It would be a fresh start, where he could leave the shadows of his past behind and further search the jungles that had caught his interest.
Weyrmate: None
Pets:
Name: Atos
Species: Canine
Gender: Male (Neutered)
Description: A cur-type hunting dog originally purchased for Xavinyra but ultimately trained by X'ric to help in hunting down wherries, small animals, and even the occasional feline. He's a very focused canine constantly coiled with energy and has the opinion that he owns their family.
Name: Kiranth
Color: Brown (#752C01)
Appearance:
Like all Browns, Kiranth is a broad thing, with wide wings and a deep chest. While there's still a bit of growing left in him, he'll end up a good 39 feet - just about average. His hide is a mix of russet and dark bronze patina, looking almost as if someone had covered fine mahogany with bronze filigree and let it age.
Personality:
- Kiranth is an absolute gentleman, quiet and caring and all too happy to hurl compliments at anyone he
meets. It does take him a bit of time to actually warm up to someone new, sometimes stammering as he warmly greets them, but the shower of love isn't too far behind. He's not so much a flirt, though his absolute sweetness can be seen as such.
When around those he is comfortable with, they find him to be a little bundle of energy. Kiranth is always so happy, and tends to get excited at the smallest things. He enjoys the antics of the flitt and canine in his family, and in private will romp around like a puppy. While not always readily apparent because of his latent shyness and his chivalry keeping him from invading ones' space, Kiranth is a tactile dragon and loves cuddles with anyone.
