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Name: L’rua
Age: 39
Nameday: 3535.11.25
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Healer - Midwife Journeyman
Physical Description: Never has, nor will, L’rua cut a stand-out figure. His body is skinny, to the point of a willowy frame. Average height helps to give way to a rather insignificant air -- which is fine by him. He’s a healer, not a leader. Once bright green eyes are framed a bit to look near permanently sad, like the weight of his heart will always be reflected. His hair is a deep, matte black, short locks feathered up from his part. It trails down into a shadow of facial hair--his sideburns taper out into a thin balbo beard. His skin is a rich, mid tone tan with varied scars. His hands have the most, between his own equipment and his flit landing on an offered hand--the same scars cover his shoulders. The largest scar is into the meat of his left shoulder and runs a jagged hand length into the meat of his arm, a hasty suture job to pull the flesh together -- an attack by a distraught rider who in one disastrous moment went from expectant father to an alone widower full of raging panic and anger from him and his suddenly-mateless dragon. It healed over time, though he does sometimes have muscle weakness in his left arm.
Personality: L’rua is a man that is easily missed. There’s a bit of personal preference to not be in the limelight, for he’s not the sort to revel with all attention on him. Truthfully, he’s quite a humble person at his core--with gentle dismissing of his achievements. For he’s just a healer who does his job, and now a proper rider doing his duties, as well. What’s there to thank him or give him recognition when others do much greater feats. For he’s more dedicated to his trades and duties than he is to stepping into the limelight. He’s a dragonrider and healer, and from a young age he knew he would want to help others, from a medical standpoint -- and Invenirth only aids in that as well.
He’s patient to a fault, overly so at some points. While being gentle and patient is key for his job, it can get to an extreme degree. He’s used to the odd threat and snapped words from expectant mothers and fathers, for it rolls off his back like water on a fowl. But to have been lashed out at by a man who sank his own belt knife from his side and into his shoulder--where he could only grasp the hand that stuck him until the panicked, belligerent energy wore out. He shouted, sure -- but held fast in the face of a devastated rider until it waned instead of lashing right back. He has a high tolerance for pain -- physical and mental, yet it is worn on his sleeves, in the curves of his eyes.
Yet with patience comes a bit of reservation. It helps with his professional side, yet only allows people to get so close. Being hurt in his past has had L’rua keeping his cards much closer to his chest--a gentleness with patients and associates. To earn a way into his friendship is to have a man as loyal as any could be--for he has few that have weaseled their way into his small group of confidants.
At his core, L’rua craves a family. He adores children, and still wants to have some to call his own. It was a natural step that he focused from being a general healer to midwife -- for while it may be murky if he should ever have his own with his own peculiarities, he could help bring them safely into this life. Yet he’s quietly jealous over the new families--for the romantic in him will always craved that idyllic life he had assumed his life was directing towards when he was younger and utterly besotted. For while his life has changed drastically since he was younger and in love--the addition of Invenirth certainly hallmarking a permanent change--he often calls back to those lovely, bronzen thoughts of a life he (still) craves, despite the awful ending. It’s near self-sabotaging, for L’rua has never had a relationship last longer than a sevenday or two, for his heart and mind are still longing for another.
Positive Trait List Dutiful, Humble, Tolerant
Negative Trait List Reserved, Jealous, Romantic
History: Born as a result of a goldflight passing by, Lirua was born to a pair of healers outside Fort Weyr. Despite it being completely accidental, they stayed in touch once they’d learned that they were expecting. His mother, a midwife journeyman by the name of Rulmina, reared Lirua from his early years as his father travelled. Once he reached of age, he reached out to his father, a general healer by the name of Linra, and entered into apprenticeship with him.
It would be when he was in his mid-teenage years when they would find themselves being pulled to a smaller Hold in the Keroon area. He was happy learning from his father, finding what he was pretty good at in life working beside his father. Impressed by his skill, his father had been offered a permanent place in the Hold -- and thus, they stayed their wandering ways for the time being. All was right in Lirua’s world.
Yet what Lirua thought a content life soon blossomed further; the lord holder’s son had taken an interest in him, and Lirua was happy to have someone to call his friend for once. Moving from place to place had him meeting many, yet never staying long enough to be more than acquaintances or even tentative friends. Friendship slowly budded into his first honest crush on a boy as long days of riding runners and long talks of Lirua listening to passionate dreams--it would soon burst into a near wildfire when he found his feelings were returned. Lirua went from crushing to truly smitten, falling hard and fast in love. Despite knowing his beloved was an heir, times were changing! Lady Holders had wives, Holders had husbands and consorts. The idyllic romantic in him had giddy dreams of being Hold Consort--for he didn’t like the idea of having any sort of power--but a marriage with the love of his life, to keep practicing healing? Lirua even entertained the idea of fostering children together. The idle talk of acting on dreams to see what Pern had to offer, together -- away from Hold politics and striking it out on their own was even pitched. It was perfection, it was idyllic --
It was never meant to be.
The day that came when he was told directly from his beau to leave, that their deep love had never meant a thing is a day that still haunts him to the present. The chill in his chest, the ache of where it felt he had cracked in two. The rug was snatched from under his feet in a way that left Lirua feeling forlorn and lost -- what had he done? Had it been his gender? Had he said something wrong? Questions that had never been answered, for he would leave the hold that had held his heart -- and everywhere he looked, there was memories. Corners hid around, soft conversations, the barest touch of affection. His father was unwilling to leave a good form of life, and so, a-dragonback, Lirua had gone back to stay with his mother, who had moved to Western Hold while he was away.
His mother welcomed him back with open arms, and a strong shoulder to cry on. One he needed, for he was utterly lost with no direction. In his later teenage years, nearly pushing on his 20th turn, Lirua wiped his face and entered into her apprenticeship with her as a midwife -- something that helped to distract him but found a niche, his niche. It made him happy to help bring new life into the world, to help welcome small children into awaiting parents’ arms while inside, it hurt. Happy families, kids -- things Lirua had wanted, yet seemed so impossible for him. Romantic dalliances were few and far between, lasting if days while he studied and learned -- and at the age of 27, he walked the tables and became a journeyman.
Not long after, would he find himself the object of a kind blue’s snout. For while searchriders often rode through Western Hold on search, none had ever given Lirua much of a second thought. But those bright, impish eyes followed him everywhere, and so Lirua would head to Western Weyr. Five clutches would come and go with no luck, before he felt drawn to the second clutch that had been on the sands at the time. The queen had been intimidating, yet he felt hopeful -- and as luck would have it, so did a small blue by the name of Invenirth. The blue had had a fun game of gently herding Lirua--now L’rua--to the feeding tables, for he would always be their guiding arrow in life from now on. Weyrling training, for what it was, would end up being a bit of a breeze for both L’rua and Invenirth. Something to focus on was good for both of them. However, once graduation came about, it would be Invenirth who would gently nudge them into a path in life. They would join up with Adeniuth’s caravan, for the travelling band would visit cotholds and villages that needed a midwife--or at least a healer with knowledge to help.
It was on one trip to a small cothold that L’rua was painfully reminded of just how bad his profession can get. What started as a few days monitoring a heavily-pregnant bluerider with her greenrider mate near atwitter over being a first time dad ended in chaos. The delivery went south quickly, and during the process both the mother and child had perished. The once-father, now-widower rider was beside himself with grief and panic, which was only fed by his dragon’s keening grief over the immediate loss of her mate. In a rage, the man had attacked L’rua. Loss and anger fed into his actions, drawing L’rua’s beltknife and making to stab the bluerider. L’rua remembers Invenirth--calm, sweet Invenirth--screaming as the blade instead sank through his palm. Instinct took over, bloody hand curling over the hilt as L’rua grabbed the aggrieved rider and held him until the fight drained out of him and left L’rua with a sobbing greenrider in his arms. While there’s some muscle damage, it healed nicely enough, though Invenirth needed a lot of reassurance for months while it healed.
Threadfall returning was something they could have never predicted. It was a mad dash for the caravan to get everyone to safety, and there was never quite rest for anyone with the lookout for not only thieves and bandits, but now threadfall. It would be almost two turns after thread began to fall when Invenirth made the hard decision for them to return to Western Weyr to fight in the skies with their kin. Their next step in life saw them going through training so that they might join a wing and fight.
Other: Cutieboy has a soft, slight smile, and honest ones he tends to try to hide. Waiting on jellybeans to pop to name his firelizard.
DRAGON
Name: Invenirth
Age: 9 (3565.08.06, Adeniuth x Jibasth)
Color: Blue
Size: 27’
Physical Description: Sleek and lithe, Invenirth looks much like an arrow. His body is longer and slim, with long wings to aid the illusion that he is much bigger than he appears--he’s just long. His head is more of a sharper wedge, and his body fades in and out of darker and lighter blues. His chest is scarred from a clash with another blue, furrows from claws that didn’t go very deep yet still scarred over. His riding straps that go across his chest are padded a bit extra to protect the sensitive area, though Invenirth will protest they aren’t necessary (yet are).
Personality: Invenirth is a gentle spirit, who would rather give advice than get into any sort of conflict. The guiding light in his lost rider’s life, he gives an outside perspective that L’rua may not consider. For the bigger picture may just need a top-side down view to understand--and who better to see it than a dragon? He sees the world in a clearer view -- his own. Yet it’s not without fault, for who is perfect. But L’rua trusts his dragon’s judgment, and has followed his directions in life. The choice to join Adeniuth’s caravan and travel came from Invenirth’s own mind, as well as the decision to rejoin Western Weyr to fight in a wing. It’s a flip of a mark if the change came from a necessary step in life that Invenirth directed--or just to change things for the sake of change. The blue stays silent on the matter.
Yet despite his direction, he’s quite a little ham for attention--opposite of L’rua. Visits to Western were met with gleeful excitement to see his fathers--both his biological one as well as adoptive. Being in his mother’s caravan for turns was a delight to his soul, yet knows the move back to Western is good for both he and L’rua.
He’s kind to a fault, patient like His--yet nothing of the same caliber. His fuse does run faster than L’rua’s, and often he’s found himself angering quicker. But anything said in heated words and low-growled noises is as quickly apologized for. For he does like to give guidance and advice to others -- sometimes not the best advice to ever be given, but he certainly does try.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Palette derg
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