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Name: Thedred, called by some Th'red
Age: 57
Nameday: 3518.4.22
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Mercenary
Physical Description: Tall, broad of shoulder and narrow of waist. Swarthy and strong, wrought of iron and steel upon which a light gilding has been painted. His hair is jet black with sheen of blue, as of a raven's wing or the darkest of nights. Possessed of the Bitran eyes, violet and knowing. He is a handsome man who has seen much sorrow in his life.
Personality: This is not a man who ought to be contained in a Weyr. And yet, here Thedred is, wrapped up in the thick of Weyr politics simply by virtue of being a bronzerider. Where once he was certain of his place in the world, he now finds himself set adrift - returning to it merely so that he might better learn of it, seeking a place for himself and Kemoth. It would not be difficult to believe in such a man, one who puts his own life in jeopardy if it is for the betterment of the Weyr and of Pern's good people. A man of ideals, he strongly believes in doing what is right even and perhaps especially if it is not what is easy. Where he commits himself, he does so fully, unwilling and unable to back down. Unfortunately, that can mean a deeper attachment than most might feel to those whom he loves - he is both devoted and possessive, treating them in their own way as if they are his to care for.
Positive Trait List Noble, self-sacrificing, devoted
Negative Trait List Possessive, uncompromising, willful
History: Half a century or more ago a boy was born... somewhere or other. Thedred does not remember where he once was from, as he has moved about Pern for so long. Nor did he have a strong attachment to the place of his birth. It is evident that within his bloodline there is some trace of Bitran, for he carries the famed Bitran trait. Black haired and violet eyed, he certain had a way of arresting a crowd when necessary. Boyhood was something of a game, for all that he was learning mercenary work at his father's knee. In another time, he might have been born to rule... but not in this tumultuous time of strife and chaos.
He Impressed early, to a dragon who would one day win him favor at High Reaches Weyr - but that is a story for another time. He did not Impress at High Reaches Weyr, but rather at a now-defunct weyrhold. It was as close to nothing as one can get, before it truly became nothing. If there are any other dragons of his clutch left roaming the world, he does not know of them. But then, Thedred did not wait long at the weyrhold, but continued on, signing up with his own mercenary company.
It was all much the same until he went to the Western continent. There he met a beautiful woman who would change his life. Sadly, she did not feel the same, always seeking after more and more, until there was nothing left to find. He had fallen in love, but she had remained unattached. She left before too long, and he thought it best to move on. On a passing fancy, he journeyed up to Whitecliff Weyrhold, where he picked up a contract guarding a most lovely model.
Once again the man fell in love, though he did not speak of his love until his beloved was free to choose him. They fell together easily enough, for all that the model had a young boy. It was not hard to be charmed by young Kinnan, however. He could all too easily see himself remaining in the other's company for the long haul, and proposed that they formalize their union. For some turns he was deliriously happy, with a love of his own, and a boy who might well have been his son.
Yet it seemed that his young lover was not too unlike his old, for when Thedred was away earning their keep, he fell back upon old habits. One fateful day Thedred found his lover in bed with the very painter that he modeled for. Heartbroken, he confronted his then-husband, determined to know why, after all of the devotion and love that he had given him, Kinnan had proven false. The young man brutally informed him, word by word, piece by piece, of all of the ways that he had failed him. And then proceeded to tell him what his new lover could do for him that he could not.
The marriage broken, he left with a sorrowful heart, knowing that he might never see his little boy again. For Kinnan would not part with him, and little Kallian was too young to go his own way. This time he decided that he would join High Reaches Weyr, the only truly active Weyr in all of Pern that kept up its fighting ways. Thedred was and always had been a fighter. If he could not be a lover, and he could not bear to take contracts where he might run into his old flame, he would go as far away as possible.
So it was that Thedred was at High Reaches Weyr, trained and ready, when Threadfall returned. And when it did, he and Kemoth rose to meet it, and he knew in his heart that they had found their purpose. Kemoth drolly informed him that he had always known what that had been. It was not difficult to forget his old hurts and settle all the more into life at High Reaches Weyr. For he had also found her again... though he could tell no one who she once was, or that he still loved her.
Other: Thedred is a skilled knife thrower, and an expert duelist.
DRAGON
Name: Kemoth
Age: 43
Color: Bronze
Size: 46'
Physical Description: Enormous. Kemoth is a max sized bronze, and when his wings are stretched to their fullest extent he makes for quite an impressive sight. Of course, that is usually just the pose he chooses to sun in, however showy it might seem. Strong of body and covered with scars from old battles.
Personality: Shelled at a rather unimportant minor Weyrhold, Kemoth nonetheless believes himself to be the equal of any dragon ever hatched. He adores the status he can claim as a bronze, and is unafraid of taking full advantage of it. He does not suffer from the same degree of morality as does his rider, but he is not amoral. Simply pragmatic. He will chase any Queen who rises, but won't give most Greens a second glance - it is not that he thinks less of them. Merely that they will gain him nothing except a moment's pleasure, and he is an ambitious beast. He might have been insufferable except that he has truly gentle hearts when it comes to those whom he loves. He is as devoted as one might hope to High Reaches and to its Queen. A fierce threadfighter, he has made a name for himself for his prowess in battle, having joined High Reaches with many aerial stunts already well learned due to his previous occupation as a mercenary's dragon. Truly a fearsome and noble beast, if not a bit conceited.
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