[Rider]Liaven & Green Sarbath [Approved]

[Hattaki]

Name: Liaven
Age: 16
Nameday: 3559.03.07
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Awkward series of hand signals
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Apprentice Trauma Healer
Physical Description: 'Pocket Sized' has been a term thrown around to describe Liaven's height and size far too often for anyone to consider him more than a child. Short in stature from birth and slight like the mother that bore him, his shaggy blonde hair and large doleful brown eyes have brought many a mother to his side asking if he were lost or needed help. Fingers always stained with ink, he cares little for making himself look as though he belongs in his surroundings. His clothing style of choice makes it worse, as he can be found wearing a large hooded coat that shows loving age and any manner of large baggy clothing that seems awkward for his tiny body, generally this is due to his aversion to cold temperatures.

Across his face he wears what looks to be a surgeon's mask, an act so impressed upon him by his mother from a young age that he's taken to wearing one near constantly ever since. The very picture it paints of his seemingly sad eyes peering out and no visible expression otherwise has mixed responses from those around him that don't know why it's worn.

Personality: Liaven is not the look on his face. His looks can definitely be deceiving to any that haven't gotten to know him well enough but no matter what one might think, he is not at all sad. If asked he'll bluntly respond that he was focusing and move back to the notes that he was surely taking in his goal of writing down everything he hears in studies or from healers and dragonriders around him. Every little nugget of information is important to him and he'll stop at nothing to write them all down because those around him were so kind as to take the time to tell him. Knowledge is his life, anything that might get him closer to his goal of being helpful is knowledge and therefore vastly important. However, while he understands that these things might be of importance to him, Liaven is well aware that they may not be to everyone and has never once bragged or brought up his study skills other than to offer them as assistance to fellow lesson-mates. His pursuit of knowledge is to help others, and he's never thought of it in any other way, never desiring praise or recognition for what he's learned other than to continue the act of learning itself. If what he's learned is useful to someone, he'll see about writing it down for them or helping them to understand it's importance as well without a thought to his own schedule, for what he's written down he reads over endlessly until it has become a part of him, of his very mind and being, so reciting them can even come from memory if he's done his due diligence.

His devotion to learning comes from the craft he chose to follow at a very young age, nothing less than perfect could ever be considered or even qualified to attempt saving the life of another in his mind. If a person were to die simply because he'd made a foolish mistake then Liaven would never forgive himself. It was true as he studied healing and it became just as true when he began to learn as a Candidate, mistakes in healing or fighting thread could mean lives, so it was best to approach them with the utmost desire to be perfect. Unfortunately, having only the basics of trauma healing before being Searched and not having had dragon to put study into practice for dragonriding tends to clash with the perfectionist deep in his soul and as a result he will over analyze everything he's been told and learned. Oh if only he could get his hands on a dragon to poke and prod and take notes on every bit of physicality! If there's something in lessons that could help him be better, if there were something that he missed, one word that might have two meanings in a different context, he'll have notes about it and try to understand it to death. It could be curiosity but generally it's simply his vacillatory way of weighing the pros and cons of every situation to the absolute extreme that makes him blunt in the ways that he handles things to the point of almost coming off as insensitive.

This is not the case though, for Liaven does care about the feelings of others, just more the physical feeling of pain. His experience helping higher ranked journeyman and masterhealers taught him to be calm and soothing around patients, to be gentle when it was needed even if he was nervous himself. People come first, their needs and their fears need to be soothed and he knows this deep down in his heart of hearts which is why he'll stuff his own fears down there if need be. However this soothing nature only extends to his bedside manner, for outside of it his bluntness tends to have him putting his foot in his own mouth more than once and generally others simply grow bored in his presence. In fact it's good that sometimes others cannot see what his expression is. Though the mask often across his face comes from turns of being ill as a child it also serves as a beacon for his own mild germaphobia that came about as a result of being sick so often. He's not so afraid of germs that he has no issues getting a job done, but others might find him washing his hands more thoroughly than any around him once he's done.

Positive Trait List: Humble, Studious, Soothing, Devoted
Negative Trait List: Blunt, Perfectionist, Mild germaphobe, Overly Analytical

History: Lucky to be alive was what his mother and every healer that had worked with Liaven as a child often told him. The tiny baby born into the world only seven months after a flight that left his mother pregnant and alone with him wasn't expected to make it through even the night, but a very determined healer at Fort Hold saw him alive the next morning despite his premature birth and size. He would spend the next near decade of his life wandering around that same Hold with a mask over his face every winter and near constantly sick despite it's presence. Somehow he thrived despite that rocky start to his life and grew to have a respect bordering on utter hero worship for all the healers that he met in the halls of Fort, always telling his mother of his desire to become one himself until the day that he was finally old enough to join the Healer Hall as an apprentice. Having outgrown his constant sickness Liaven sought out the opportunity to learn how to heal people as one healer had once done with him.

Even from the first moment that he joined Liaven became an avid note taker and could be seen wandering through the halls after his lessons with a pen and paper in his hands trying to write down everything he'd learned so that he wouldn't possibly forget even the smallest of details. With his calming personality and devotion to learning he became a favorite of one master who took him under their wing with an interest in teaching him trauma healing. It was an interest he'd been curious about, but being under the wing of a master had him flourishing like he hadn't even with all his methodical attention before. For a few turns it was a wonderful environment for him to learn and grow in, to gain a wealth of knowledge that he brought with him even as his life took a different turn.

Thread had begun to fall over Pern once again, devastating it and leaving numerous dead or wounded if they were even lucky enough to survive. Healers were needed now more than ever and on every corner of Pern. When his master was given a different assignment to a hold, it left Liaven somewhat adrift with no one to learn directly under outside of his lessons, something that didn't settle well with him since it felt as if he were slacking. Time had him bumping into a Journeyman of a different craft that seemed interested in teaching him different skills in his downtime and Anuenu became his unofficial teacher/master of sorts without her really realizing it. Though their crafts were different and Liaven couldn't learn about the actual nuances of Trauma Healing from her, the Journeyman who became his friend, a rare feat, showed him every aspect of bedside manner and what she knew about caring for others, something that hadn't truly occurred to him outside of healing them and moving on. Liaven's note taking became even more pronounced in her presence, wanting to write everything she told him down and learn everything that a Journeyman could possibly give since she was so kind to give it to him.

It was a shock and surprise to him to be Searched alongside Anuenu, himself being just barely of age while she was nearing the age cap. While it took some convincing in his own mind, Liaven accepted when he realized that there was much to learn in a Weyr where injuries would be more prevalent and the odds were good that he would not impress at all so he could take what he learned back to the Hold for his attempt at Journeyman. At the very first clutch he stood the violence of it all stunned the little teenager into shocked silence for a full day afterwards even as he made himself useful helping the healers with getting supplies and watching every step of healing the wounded from claw and teeth wounds. In his mind it had only ever been threadfall that he believed would hurt anyone in a Weyr, even if his base studies had told him that the dangers were there. Every bit of paperwork that he could get his hands on, Liaven spent another few months taking notes between candidate lessons and chores until he found himself on a beach.

Unable to bring notes with him, once again(C'mon whyyyyy?), Liaven stood beside his only friend and kept his mind as open and welcoming as he could but it apparently seemed... rather boring to one particular green. So boring in fact that she popped the top off of her egg in one burst, body still restrained within and began to sing in the most horrendously off key voice as if she were attempting to serenade Liaven. It didn't take him very long to realize that the voice singing in a terrible tune was combined with a voice that kept attempting to beckon him over. Come on Liavenmine, you seem so bored with everything, how are you thinking about little papers right now?! Come and play with me and you don't have to think that hard anymore! When the boy, thunderstruck, didn't move quickly enough, Sarbath simply worked at releasing herself with a few deft kicks and bounced over to him instead, finally gaining a response with a big hug that helped mask that he was already trying to wrap his head around dragon's physical traits by running fingers over ridges and spine to locate muscles. Sarbath simply laughed and hasn't stopped.

Other: Why can't notes be taken everywhere? Do people not understand his anguish without?! (I understand he can't take them everywhere and he really doesn't, he just takes them a lot in his free time. <3 )

DRAGON
Name: Sarbath
Age: 1
Color: Green
Size: 26'
Physical Description: Loooooong and lean, with back legs that seem to stretch out while her unfortunately short front legs seem to give her a view on the world that's tilted askew. Sarbath looks as if she were pulled from nose and tail to stretch her out and her front legs suffered the consequences for it a bit by being stubbier than the average, but this green keeps her head up all the same! As if to make up for those attributes she is incredibly flexible and that gives her some agility in the air even if she often uses it for her own purposes rather than during threadfall, something that will bring some ease to her rider. In flight she can look somewhat elegant if she stops fooling around!

Personality: Had she been born in another time and possibly impressed to a different Candidate, Sarbath might have run away to join the circus the second she could Between, and you can be certain that she would be flashy about it. With a brain that almost seems hardwired to find the fun in everything, this green all but runs through life like a wreckingball of creativity and drive, finding ways to create a good time all around herself while she does. If there exists only one way to do things then she'll throw herself at finding numerous ways to make the same result happen with as much pomp and flair as possible, what's life without a little bit of a show after all? Even if that show sometimes comes across as her being foolish and silly. Surely none will ever be bored around her, for even the smallest and most mundane of activities is undertaken with the same keenness that she focuses on everything. Life and threadfall aren't so much an obstacle or misfortune so much as a game that she enjoys playing.

While she enjoys playing the game that she believes life to be, Sarbath absolutely wants to be the best at it as well and her aspirations know as few limits as her inventive enthusiasm does. Wingsecond, Wingleader, maybe even higher? With her creative mind she can see dozens of ways to get there and they are always there in the back of her mind. That streak runs the risk of landing her in hot water however, for with that ambition comes a terrible irritation for any moving too slowly around her or attempting to hold her back, which sparks a colorful side of the green that's more negative than anything. Once pushed to the point of impatience she'll seem to devolve almost before the eyes into a foul mouthed and terribly irresponsible child if unchecked or opposed by something she deems less than worth her time. While these moments are few and far between, her words could land her in extremely hot water if he isn't tempered by her rider and any little thing she's been told will be dredged up for petty purposes of harm that she doesn't intend outside of her hot headed moments.

The issue with that information is she will always seem to find more with her obliging personality, as she wants desperately to help others and possesses the adaptable frame of character to do so. Attentive to others needs past what might seem necessary and always offering a wing or kind heart to listen, others tend to bare their souls and pasts to Sarbath and while it doesn't always come back to bite them, her lack of an ability to be discreet about things pairs horribly with her impatience. In her attempts to get back into other's good graces after opening her mouth and putting her clawed feet in there, Sarbath tends to do all that she can for them, hoping that this might bandage their relationship.

When she rises, the very act itself will be somewhat of a game for Sarbath, who will surely have no issues with dragging her many suitors through a series of acrobatic tricks that she'll use to wear them all out. With her healthy dose of stamina that's actually a possibility! While she certainly wants to be caught, any suitors will need to work their very hardest for the chance. In romance she's not quite so dramatic, though she'll want the best, Sarbath doesn't care about difference in color or rank, her hearts want what they want.

Positive Traits: Enthusiastic, Creative, Ambitious, Protean
Negative traits: Indiscreet, Impatient, Vulgar, Overly Obliging

Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: NPtea raffle win <3  

[Teiha]

They are both adorable. The only thing I see that could use a small tweak is Liaven's humble trait. I'm having trouble seeing where it shows up in his personality! It'd be a good idea to expand that one a little, especially since his soothing trait only shines in the very particular situation of his bedside manner. Thank you! heart  

[Hattaki]

Thank you! ;w;

I expanded on that a bit in the first paragraph of his personality, towards the end there. <3 Let me know if that works~!  

[Teiha]

It works. These cuties are approved! heart