[Wingrider] Wa'ren of brown Caironairth [Approved]

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Name: Wa’ren
Age: 59 (3515.02.14)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Weyr: Weyrless -> High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Lumberjack

Physical Description: For being middle-aged, Wa’ren has taken exceptional care of himself. He’s a mountain of a man, just shy of 6’10”. His body is incredibly athletic, built from turns of working as a lumberjack to over four decades as a rider. Broad shoulders taper down some into a slimmer torso and hips, with strong arms and legs. Tattoos race up from his wrists to his elbows, eclectic designs he got when he was a younger, dumber kid. However he maintains them well into middle age, determined to not let them look abysmal even as a mistake.

Scars litter his body--smaller ones, larger ones. Most of these are from his time as a lumberjack, from trees falling where they shouldn’t have to little slips and nicks. A large gash or a scar stretches across his shoulder and down his chest from standing as a candidate.

His face is more rectangular; where there’s a small bit of dark black in his hair is being chased out by white. His hair is usually pulled back, short and choppy. It continues down into a somewhat maintained beard and mustache--more salt and pepper than his mostly grey hair. There’s a large scar that wraps around the left side of Wa’ren’s face, claws that break up his eyebrow, nicked the top of his ear off. Where his eye was is usually covered in an eyepatch whenever he can’t be bothered with the glass replacement that was made for him. Despite this, his other eye is a bright, warm brown, that shines with the warmth of the gentle giant as his smile does.

Personality: This mountain of a man is best known for as a shield, both in physicality and his personality.

Wa’ren is a protector. Even from a young age, the need to protect his younger brother fostered into a protective need to make sure that everyone in his care is Okay. Even if it means protecting themselves against a lie and things may hurt. There’s comfort in the truth, even if it stings. Whether it be the physical act of protecting by carrying someone from a harmful situation or body blocking, or gentle words more befitting a spooked runner foal. He would rather put others before himself, and it has led to a mixed bag of results--from earning a firelizard egg to heavy scars and losing his eye. If you are among Wa’ren’s circle, he will always make an effort to make sure you are okay -- even at the cost of himself.

His protective nature ever extended into fatherhood. While he never expected to become a father, it’s certainly ramped up his protective nature. He’s found a tenderness in himself when it comes to younger people, and even if they’re strangers, it leads to a sense of wanting to make sure they’re okay. Wa’ren is a natural father, and even with his tour across pern to find his brother, considers himself a good father. He dropped everything at a moment’s notice whenever a hatching occurred, and cheered on his kids when they impressed.

Yet, he tends to get a bit fixated on things. Finding his brother and spending turns on the road looking for Re’indt, and it only being Caironairth who was besotted with a High Reaches green that allowed himself to give up on the chase of his brother. While he loves his kids, it’s still an empty hole in his chest that he had to give up on Re’indt once more. When Wa’ren sets his goals on something, he wants to see it through to the end.

Yet there’s a bit of a romantic in Wa’ren, though even in middle-age is more stumbling and new. While not the best smooth-talker, he certainly takes note of cute people he’s met. These long turns have begun to wear on him, and the craving for companionship has started to set in with the blooming of warmth beside Caironairth’s.

Yet his mindset is a bit more traditional, he’s had his views challenged enough that he tries to keep his mind more open. His daughter impressed a white, after all. His need to protect his daughter heavily outweighs his teachings, even if sometimes he has to catch his own thoughts.

Positive Trait List Dedicated, Protective, Fatherly
Negative Trait List Tunnel-visioned, Old-Fashioned (but learning), Self-sacrificing

History: Wa’ren is born as Wahadren the first born to a pair of lumberjacks in a cothold outside of Lemos Hold in the later winter months. He came out the near spitting image of his mother, dark hair and bright brown eyes. It would be five turns after that his younger brother, Readeindt is born--with their father’s blonde hair and blue eyes, oddly enough. Even with the age gap and the such difference of appearances, the pair grew up thick as thieves. Even when their father took them on as apprentices to start working at clearing trees and brush, whatever the pair could handle, they did so with grins and playful banter.

They grew up happy and loved as the only sons and children of their parents.
Up until a searchrider arrived when Wahadren was almost 15 to claim the kid as a candidate for High Reaches Weyr--and for the first time since Readeindt’s birth, the pair were separated.

It was a heavy weight on Waradren, writing to his brother as often as he could. His family had been present when he’d stood for the first time. But the clutch had been a bit unpredictable, and Wahadren had missed the screaming green who had charged right for him. Her bulk and surprise attack had kept him from trying to get up, as her claws sant into him. She’d carved a gash from his chest up to his shoulder. Just as her teeth were poised, determined to sink into his throat -- a bugle had sounded before a large brown had headbutted the green off of him, standing overtop the dazed and bleeding candidate. Wings spread, head low, eyes whirling red as the hatchling tried to cover him as best as he could until the green had turned her warpath elsewhere. The brown had to be coaxed off of him, before those rainbows had settled on Wahadren--and he could feel how apologetic Caironairth was for the rough treatment of his sister, but His had needed protecting. Impression was made, and Wahadren was now Wa’ren.

Yet it made the rift wider when he didn’t have as much time to write letters home, and the correspondence dwindled until they stopped for years.

While Wa’ren was more focused on drills and throwing himself into his new life, everything else slipped to the wayside. He found out turns after it had happened that Readeindt was searched at 18 to Benden Weyr and had impressed to a bronze named Alderith, and his brother now Re’indt. Wa’ren tried for turns to send letters to his brother once more, but they were always answered. He’d come to find out that his brother had left Benden, and had yet to travel to a new Weyr.

Despite all his roots in High Reaches, including flight-product kids that he adored, he’d broken away from his home in some desperate attempt to find Re’indt. It would be many turns on the open road, trying so desperately to find his brother. Wa’ren would return to the Weyr to watch his kids stand, and always write. Open communication was necessary, for while he had no mate, he loved his children so dearly. It would be on the open road, taking odd jobs to earn marks to survive, that he would gain a firelizard egg. Hot in his hands that would hatch merely days later into the sleek beautiful gold. He’d named her Glimmer, for how even a gold she seemed to sparkle and shine with each little movement.

Towards the end of his stint on the road, he’d been escorting a caravan when there’s been an attack by wild felines. One had gotten close, too close, and slashed at Wa’ren’s face when he'd thrown himself between the big cat and a defenseless man. It cost him his eye and the top of his ear, but he’d survived the encounter. Yet turns upon turns of being on the open road finally were weighing on Wa’ren as he adjusted to losing an eye. His brother may have been gone, might be dead for all he knew. The longing for home sank in deep.

Other: Freshly returned to HR! Shortly after Monath’s maiden flight.

DRAGON
Name: Caironairth
Age: 44 (3530.08.25)
Color: Brown
Size: 42’
Physical Description: This titan of a brown is massive. Clocking at max brown size, his wings are long and wide--giving way to an impression this boy is even bigger. He’s evenly distributed with longer legs, giving way to a grace when he walks. Caironairth’s frame is trim and well toned, the turns gone by having not added on the extra weight. His hide is, however, littered in scars--from hunting felines, rough and tumble flights, to the latest threadscore. The biggest is the threadscore blitz of a scar up his right shoulder and down across his chest, as well as a stray thread that had gotten him across the left side of his face--somehow missing his eye, even if he sometimes squints it from the tightened skin.

Personality: At his core, Caironaith is a protector. Were it up to this dragon, he would scorch the skies of thread cleared so no one may hurt. Sometimes on a more aggrieved note, he may even wish to sacrifice himself to protect those he loves so that they may no longer hurt. Those that have earned Caironairth’s favor have earned a valiant friend who would do whatever it took to keep you safe and happy.

He cares deeply, perhaps sometimes too much--even if it might not always show itself in it’s best mark. His hearts are too large in his barrel chest, Wa’ren used to tease him. Yet it seems true, for when he loves, he loves with all his might. While someone may mess up, or even attempt to cross him or his loved ones, Caironairth is easy to forgive--but hard to forget. Hurt his loved ones and show you are sorry, he’ll accept it. However, the side eye to make sure the mistake is not repeated is harder to let go.

His speech is a bit slow, as all his movements are. While he is a large dragon, he’s had turns of learning to relax and take his time. Each movement is done with assurance, for he makes sure it is the one needed to take. It’s an easy gentleness to him that gives off a sense of security. Curl up beneath a wing or in his claws, and not a muscle would move until he is relieved of his (usually lovingly self-assigned) watch duty.

Yet his eyes always turn to the bigger problems, so smaller ones often get a rather blunt solution. It often takes a gentle nudge of remembrance that even the smaller things should not be sweat off, as smaller problems build up the same as larger ones hurt.

Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Caironairth  

[Prism Shine]

Added third trait, and tweaked his personality (as well as a bit of his history) to show it a bit more. <3