- Name: M'llin (formerly Morellin)
Age: 23
Nameday: 3552.09.24
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Intoxication- and goldflight-sexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Weyrling
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Healer
Physical Description:
- Shortish, black, wavy hair with a longer purple streak that is usually drawn into a braid (the streak, not all of his hair)
Purplish-gray eyes
Light brown skin
A little over six feet tall
Large hands, a strong jaw, and broad across the shoulders
Chooses clothing that makes him appear daintier than he is
Personality: While not as imposing as those who strive to become so, M'llin is still a large, bulky man who would prefer to be anything but. He has had to work very hard at containing what he sees as his unwieldy form, and over the years he has grown hedonistic and vain as a result, adopting affectations and behaviors that painted him as outwardly ineffectual so that people might not expect too much. Once you have spent any amount of time around him, however, it is easy to see that he is driven and sure of himself in everything that doesn't require him to think too hard about his thick fingers or stocky frame. He is an understanding and truly neutral man, and in his work as a healer he was often asked by his colleagues to give their patients the news they didn't want to hear. Difficult solutions just sounded more convincing coming from Morellin.
Positive Trait List: confident, diplomatic, tough
Negative Trait List: vain, self-indulgent, clumsy
History: Morellin started life as a rough and rambunctious boy raised amidst a sprawling traders' caravan. He didn't think much about which particular pair of people might have been his true parents until he was around six, but even when he found out, it didn't matter. He was well loved, well fed, suitably entertained, and had the gift of attentiveness. Despite his tender age, people came to him to unload their problems, and the only times he stopped laughing and playing were when he was listening to them. It wasn't a surprise when a passing healer tapped Morellin for her Hall a few years later, and it was with little reluctance that he headed to Fort Hold to start his training.
It was the biggest mistake of his life. Or so he thought.
Training to be a healer was hard, especially for a little boy who was better at awkwardly tossing soft goods into carts than painstakingly stitching people up. He struggled with the simplest of physical tasks while acing all of his theoretical exams, and as the years passed, his self image fractured like a broken mirror. There was rarely any outright mockery, but Morellin had always been good at reading people, and he was well aware that his teachers were routinely disappointed. He alternated between feverish bouts of studying and overindulgence, working five times as hard as his fellow apprentices when it seemed the powers that be were tiring of him. He wanted this more than anything, but making it work felt impossible for a very long time.
He was twenty-two when he finally walked the tables, and it was only a few months after than when he was searched to stand for Rhianth and Fianth's clutches. Morellin nearly said no—it didn't seem smart to take a break from his career when it had only really just begun—but in the end, he couldn't help doing one last thing for himself.
Other: oh man i need help with his backstory
DRAGON
- Name: Pravdath
Age: 1
Color: Blue
Size: 25'
Physical Description: Slender and slightly on the smaller side, Pravdath's proportions are otherwise average in almost every way, specifically limb, tail, wing, headknob, and neck length. His feet are a bit larger than normal and he has wide, earnest eyes which make appear innocent, no matter how he's actually feeling.
Personality: Pravdath is not inclined to lying, but that doesn't mean he isn't deceptive. Silence is always an option, and it's one that he takes more often than not. If that makes him seem cold, Pravdath doesn't mind. Those who get to know him understand that he gleans enjoyment from picking apart the world and understanding why people and dragons behave the way they do, though a freshly-caught wherry is pretty great too. This blue is also a realist. He knows there are plenty of dragons who long to shake up the system, but until he sees someone come up with a better one, he's fine with things the way they are. Maybe that someone will one day be him.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: NPC Magic Clutch contest
