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Name: Rh'tyb
Age: 26
Nameday: 3549.02.20
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: ;D ♡ (Omnisexual)
Weyr: Unaffiliated High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Woodcraft Journeyman - Ranger; Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Benden Wingrider, Apprentice
Physical Description: This boy is disastrously pretty, and he unfortunately knows it. A solidly built man, Rh’tyb is all finely tuned muscle that only time and careful cultivation have allowed to develop. He’s a rich brassy color from working in the sun constantly (with equal odds that he took his shirt off to either impress a wandering eye, or because it was actually hot). However, his back is a patchwork of golden-hued scars, deep claw wounds over a decade old. Blonde hair falls down to his shoulders and curls over his forehead, usually bound out of his face if he’s working. However, he’s been known to coif it some if he’s got a reason to -- a nice event, a date, what have you. It’s a rusty, almost ‘dirty’ color, with some subtle natural tones of brown giving it depth and curling gently with length. Rh’tyb’s eyes are a darker shade of blue.
Personality: The product of an absent mother, oppressive father, and finding more guidance in his dragon than either of his parents, Rh’tyb is a lot of flash and bang. He’s a charismatic man, unafraid to use his charms to find a foothold in life -- whether to flirt for a fling, or to get something out of the interaction. He knows he’s handsome, and unafraid to use this to his advantage if he can get something out of it. However, Rh’tyb is quick to turn on the defensive if something even hints at going sour. If a deal doesn’t go his way, his charming mouth can grow teeth and an edge to his tongue quickly. Sometimes, it can seem like nothing at all can make his mood flip -- perhaps an errant thought that ran away from him, or a suspicion he’d rather act on than not trust his gut.
Even with his rocky start at the whole ‘family’ thing, Rh’tyb is rather family oriented. His sister in High Reaches may have her less-than-pleasant thoughts, but he still loves her. He’s never quite considered having children, as he’s not exactly settled somewhere more condusive to having children. The odd crass joke about not needing anything to tie him down right now, partner/s or children included, might leave him, but it doesn’t stop how soft he gets around kids, or some of the possible tenderness in a fling. He desires connection, no matter what he says.
His desire for connection and love is somewhat battled by his desire to keep people at arm’s length. While not jaded, there is a certain trepidation to let someone close to him once again, and if they might hurt him again. He’s quick to push buttons -- both as a means to keep someone at bay, but also to see how exactly someone reacts.
Positive Trait List Charismatic, Family-oriented, Loyal
Negative Trait List Antagonistic, Temperamental, Defensive
History: Early life at Benden Weyr was a mixed bag of emotions for the young Rholtyb. Born to a bronzerider father and a greenrider mother, he was a pretty average weyrbrat within the walls of the Weyr. However, his mother wanted nothing to do with little Rholtyb. His father--a rather snobbish man who did no good credit that all bronzeriders aren’t an awful, porcine-inspired stereotype--wouldn’t let his only son go to the creche, instead opting to raise his son instead.. As Rholtyb grew closer to standing age, his father began to pressure and groom his only son on setting his eyes on Top Prize or Nothing At All. Nevermind candidate lessons, Rholtyb was to impress bronze and bronze only. That was how his son ought to be, for what was he, otherwise? The young soon-to-be candidate, eager to please his father, had taken his words to heart -- but took fear with him on his first standing, and the young candidate almost met his end.
The bronze dragonet had been stunning in color, handsome enough to make Rholtyb’s heart ache with wanting, needing those facets to turn towards him that he went against teachings, trying so desperately to step in front of the wandering baby’s path. He knew his father was watching from up on the ledges, and he ached to make a connection. Weren’t they suitable? Surely the bronze would be happy with him? That he would make a good partner? The bronze had less than ideal thoughts of how Rholtyb’s only thoughts about him were for gain, and had taken the spike of ire out on the lad -- tackling him to the ground as claws dug in, as the candidate could only try to curl up and protect himself from a possibly inevitable death with each swing.
The screech of defiance met the ringing in Rholtyb’s ears, before the sound of a bodily hit somewhere above him -- and the bulk of the young bronze was off his back.
Struggling to try and get up with the assault temporarily halted, he eyed the little green almost as equally warily as she fanned her wings, making a show of hisses and snaps to get the bronze away. Get BACK -- you can’t have him! -- My Rholtyb, can you stand? The young green had turned to look at him once the danger had skulked away, the ire in her eyes still swirling deeply. Yet Rholtyb was stunned, looking at the green. Green. Not bronze. And your Alluith is just as good as any bronze! Better than! Her harsh voice, combined with the edges of white creeping into her eyes, snapped him back to reality, reaching to touch the soft green of her cheek. Let anyone dare to think me less. There was a dangerous promise there, as the rainbows of impression had flooded her eyes finally, and she closed the gap between her and her injured rider. I will be the best bronze of them all, just you watch.
To say that Rholtyb -- Rh’tyb’s -- father was unamused with his only son impressing a green was an understatement.
He completely ignored his son’s existence.
Aching from the loss, the disappointment he could feel from his parent was lessened by Alluith’s charm and fierce spirit, who held a less than stellar opinion of her rider’s idiotic sire and where he could go stick those colorist views straight up his------
After graduation, Rh’tyb and Alluith made the decision to leave Benden Weyr. There had been nothing tying them to the Weyr, and leaving seemed best to escape the lingering heavy feelings over Rh’tyb’s father. However, freedom from a Weyr left the teen eager to try something he had barely given a glimpse to: a craft. Sure, he had dabbled some. But like any weyrbrat, his sights had been set on the hatching grounds. He would enter into Woodcrafthall as an apprentice, eager to learn and give himself a good craft to help make him feel satisfied. Alluith got all the space she ever wanted to fly and test her speeds in the open air, and the pair felt happy once more.
Yet it was during his crawl to journeyman rank towards being a ranger that he received a firelizard from High Reaches Weyr. A letter from his apparent half sister, when his father had been caught up in a flight while visiting. Tybrelle was an interesting girl, and he tries to be there for her as much as he can -- despite her own colorist tinges from idolizing their father.
As he walked the tables, Rh’tyb finally felt at peace. Happy with his craft, his dragon, his place in life -- and then thread came back.
The decision to stay unaffiliated has been a battle of wills -- what they ought to do, versus what they want to do. They had a duty to protect Pern from thread, yet what they wanted to do was to keep at their dutiful lifestyle protecting forests. At least, until word finally reached them that his father had perished to threadfall. While Rh’tyb couldn’t feel any sort of sadness at his father’s passing, he’s yet to tell his sister, despite the fact it’s been almost two turns since his passing.
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DRAGON
Name: Alluith
Age: 12
Color: Green
Size: 26’
Physical Description:On the larger side of average, Alluith is a finely-tuned machine of muscle and power. She is nothing but a speed demon, and keeps herself in the best shape to get the most out of her stamina and to see what top speeds she can reach. A bright green dragon, Rh’tyb keeps her oiled so well so that she always shines, and she absolutely preens over looking her best. Long legs and thin wings lend well to her quick lifestyle, able to make sharp turns without much resistance. Her body is riddled with scars, from little scratches from tree branches to the claws of dragons while she eagerly chased rising greens.
Personality: The world couldn’t be wide enough for this green’s larger than life personality. From the cracking of her egg, Alluith has never let the notions of others get her down. Why should she let someone else tell her what she should be just based on the green of her hide? What she should and should not have? No way, not for her. She’s got a fiery passion to be the best she can be, and that started with an obsession to be the fastest in the sky. Nothing will make her hearts feel as free as the wind rushing between her wings, feeling the drag of gravity trying to bring her back down to the ground -- and being able to deny it. She is the master of the air, and if it were up to her, she’d never leave the freedom of the sky.
She has quite the opinionated mind on her -- from where Rh’tyb’s father can go take a long flight past the horizon line, to those who think she has a place in life just because of some old standards. Let her claws tear down anything to ever stand in the way -- be it hers or her rider’s, she’d rend the world to make him happy.
In Alluith’s mind, she is the bronze that Rh’tyb’s father demanded of his son, that Rh’tyb had hoped for to appease a man who cared so little for his young son. Sure, she is of green hide. She knows she’s a female. But why should she not adopt that famous bronzen mindset? The world is hers if she has enough swagger, has enough charm to woo a rising green away from the other chasing dragons with the ability to shake off when competitive claws try and sink their way into her.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Alluith
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