[Rider] C'asta of Green Chiareth [Approved]

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Name: C'asta.
Age: 25.
Nameday: 3550/13/27
Sex: Male.
Sexual Orientation: Asexual.
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr.
Rider Rank: Watchrider.
Previous Rank/Craft: Weyrbrat.
Physical Description: A tall, thin, and almost painfully drawn man, C'asta has about as much substance to him as a dry noodle. It's not that he doesn't take care of himself--he's just naturally wiry, albeit to an extreme. He stands at 6'7", not to mention stock straight constantly, and doesn't seem to be able to physically relax, either. If he ever has, no one's managed to see it yet, so it might as well just be hearsay. It's as though he's strung up with razor wire, always tensed and ready to go at a moment's notice--there's a certain look about him that implies he's not just an empty threat, and it's truly a mystery where he inherited that from.
His features are just as sharp as the rest of him, with high, almost bladed cheekbones and deep-set golden eyes that are just as piercing as any hawk's. His skin is a deep brown, which makes his almost platinum blond hair stand out all the more by contrast alone. C'asta abstains from getting too involved with its styling, simply pushing it back and away from his face--the end result is a rather frizzy ponytail that ends in a bright shock of near-white, poofing put behind his head with little concern for how it looks. He always has some kind of frown on his face, although it's just as likely that his face is simply like that--one thing's for sure, he certainly isn't going to clarify any time soon.
He has a single gold nose ring set with a small stone as close to the color of Chiareth's hide as he could find, but abstains from any jewelry or fancy adornments aside from that. His clothes are always plain and utilitarian, and are especially sturdy, reinforced with his own careful work to ensure they'll last for as long as possible. He favors dark, unsaturated colors with periodic white accents, and will only rarely add a little green trim here and there if he's really feeling like indulging himself that day.

Personality: On edge and always looking out for any signs of trouble on the horizon, C'asta never seems to slow down enough to properly relax. He's not an antsy sort--there's no fidgeting, no uncertain wavering to accompany his decision-making process or day-to-day life. To jitter and jolt is a waste of time and energy, and he would never dream of being wasteful. C'asta is as carefully weighted as a dagger and just as sharp, simply looking for the right opportunity to be used where he's needed. The idea of being needed is especially important to him, and he practically lives for the idea of it. In order to best secure his place in the world, C'asta has concocted a special plan for himself to ensure he will always be ready--through its application, he lives by a very, very structured set of rules that dictate his life, and he's especially strict about sticking to them to the very letter. It's hard for him to work outside of his daily regimen, and being thrown out of what he's used to will throw him ridiculously far off his balance. He's good at maintaining his composure even in the face of such things, but he can only handle so much before he breaks. C'asta is a very high-strung individual, and while he responds well to stress, he's absolutely at his worst both for forming grudges and making his opinions very well known when he's been pushed too far.
He's tightly guarded and intensely suspicious of new faces, working through no less than ten individual checks every time he meets someone new to make sure that they are, in fact, who they say they are, among other things. This, coupled with the fact that he's somewhat of a wet blanket, means that he's not a particularly popular individual, which suits him fine--the isolation just means that he has less to distract him from what he needs to do.

He sticks to the status quo that's been laid out before him, fully content to fulfill his role and do as he's told. He's hardly rebellious, but he has an odd sort of respect for the people who are strong enough to buck tradition--while he can't imagine living without the kind of framework that the old ways provide, he can, at the very least, admire the kind of courage and dedication it takes to strike out on one's own like that, especially considering how many ties such a thing will cut. C'asta has no aspirations to follow in their footsteps--certainly not!--but he's still surprisingly sympathetic to them, and may even lend a subtle hand here and there, provided he can get away with it without being noticed by anyone that outranks him. He figures it's the least he can do for someone who's so completely screwed themselves over like that, personal strength or no. The old ways are still going strong for a reason, after all, and he finds it difficult to believe that changing them will do much good.
Genuinely, C'asta is afraid of what a life of freedom would mean--no restraint, no rules to follow, nothing to help hold him in place...it sounds like his worst nightmare, if he's honest. He does his best when he's given a set of tasks to fill, orders to follow, and without something over his head, he's not sure what he'd do in the slightest. That's not to say that C'asta doesn't have any initiative or ambition for himself, however, but he knows his place isn't a lofty one, and is quite content where he's at. That, and he genuinely does enjoy his job; his keen eyes and worrisome nature do their part, making him a shockingly efficient watchrider, if not overzealous. He's good at figuring out what needs to be done and how to do it in just the best way, and doesn't get caught up in overcomplicating details with far too much thought--if it needs to be done, it'll get done, and as neatly as possible, too.

Positive Trait List Practical, level-headed, orderly, precise, strong work ethic, tactical.
Negative Trait List Guarded, suspicious, sour, morose, vindictive, inflexible.
History:
Truly, there isn't much to say about C'asta. It's not that he's an incredibly bland sort who hasn't done anything in his life--he just responds to it all in a way that isn't particularly exciting. His list of achievements reads much the same as a shopping list, despite the fact that he's excelled in all his classes and training, and boasts an almost spotless record. But before all that, he was...actually more or less the same, just smaller. A lot smaller.
Born Cariasta to a loving pair of Greenrider mothers thanks to their non-rider donor, it was clear from the start that he was a very particular child. He wasn't a troublemaker in the slightest--far from it, in actuality, to the point where he gained something of a reputation as a snitch, much to his social detriment. But Cariasta didn't particularly care for the opinions of his peers, instead longing for the approval of whoever happened to be in charge of him at the time. He was always in both of his mothers' shadows, somewhat uncertain as to where he belonged, but starting to get the idea: he could be needed when he was older, and maybe even seen as someone to turn to in times of trouble. There was one very, very special way to make that happen, and he had his inspiration right there in front of him.

He could become a dragonrider, just like his parents.

It's no surprise that he immediately took his birthright and stood on the Sands at the first possible opportunity presented to him--as a fully-fledged rider, he could be someone useful, someone with a purpose, and maybe even someone respected. He held no dreamy aspirations of Impressing a Bronze or anything like that, already having decided that such authority wasn't for him; some people were meant to lead, and Cariasta didn't figure himself for one of them. A Blue would be just fine, or a Brown if he was getting a bit ahead of himself--secretly, though, he truly wanted a Green, thinking that following in his mothers' footsteps would be a perfect fit for him.
His first Hatching came and went without him Impressing, and Cariasta didn't let that trouble him. He'd already drafted contingency plans, albeit far more loosely than the ones he'd later come to craft, and had prepared himself for a number of outcomes. When his second Hatching saw him passed over once more, Cariasta was a bit more concerned in spite of himself, the trickling chill of doubt taking hold almost in mockery of all his preparations. He would turn fifteen before another Hatching would come, and he did everything he could to better himself in the meantime, growing gangly and standing far above most of his classmates, at least physically. He was far more unsteady on his feet than he would've liked when he came back to the Sands again, still learning how to keep his forehead from getting smashed open on any doorframes.

That third Hatching saw Chiareth emerge from a tiny egg on the outskirts of the clutch, and when she came for him and only him, C'asta cried tears of joy for the first time in his life.

She saw everything there was in him and understood--more than that, she wanted to be there for him, to be His, as long as he would be Hers. C'asta couldn't believe it, and his mothers were absolutely ecstatic that their boy had finally Impressed; while some may have been disappointed in a Green of all things, they couldn't have been more proud. C'asta left the Sands with a delicate bundle of pale Green in his arms, nuzzled up under his chin and singing his praises. Chiareth's hatchday is widely considered to be the only day C'asta ever showed visible joy at all, a mythical day for the storybooks when his demeanor is considered.
From there, the two excelled in weyrling training, with C'asta's near obsession with the rules serving them well in keeping them above board. It didn't take him long to decide that they would make phenomenal watchriders, when his own attention to detail and Chiareth's love of both isolation and the great wide open was considered; as was expected, they took the role with ease after they graduated, and have remained on guard through Threadfall and everything else that could be thrown their way.

Other: You could probably throw him like a javelin if you wanted, but I wouldn't recommend that.

DRAGON
Name: Chiareth
Age: 10
Color: Green
Size: 24'
Physical Description: Chiareth is a robust example of a green, well-built and sturdy in stark contrast to her rider's...everything. She's got a particularly thick tail and wide wings that allow for faster turns and maneuvers at the cost of some endurance, and she tends to stick to a more acrobatic style of flying as a result. Her hide is a lovely mint green with a paler underbelly, wingsails, and glove-like markings, dotted with strands of darker spots that adorn her neck and legs like jewelry before trailing along the outer edges of her wingsails. She has a long, sharp snout, and has a look about her that makes her always seem to be smiling about some private secret she's keeping. Her fingers are long and spindly, enough to where they kind of look a little creepy; as a hatchling, they were soft and stubby, but something clearly happened along the way to adulthood. She only uses this trait for mischief against C'asta, knowing full well that she's the only one who can get away with such things.
Personality: Casual, warm, and eloquent, Chiareth is a ray of sunshine to C'asta's dark clouds on the horizon. She's more understated than outgoing by far, preferring to simply sit back and watch what happens from a more comfortable position away from anything that could drag her too far in. She's very particular on being able to control her involvement in situations, and she always has at least five different outs cultivated for both herself and Hers, should they need them; she doesn't get agitated easily, but the best way to ensure it happens is to keep her from removing herself when she wants to. Chiareth hates being in crowds or confined spaces, much preferring somewhere she can spread her wings and give herself a decent amount of breathing room--there's little she loves more than just going out for a flight when their duties are all attended to, cruising through the clouds with only Hers and the rush of the wind over her hide.
She's not a thrillseeker, and is actively averse to things that could put too much undue stress on her; at times, she can come off as coldhearted for her severity in dealing with such matters, considering the fact that she handles them with extreme prejudice. No, she will not be involved, thank you very much, and you can keep such offers to yourself in the future, too. It's not uncommon for her to remain angry about such things for far longer than necessary, although she's good at holding her tongue to hide these more unpleasant feelings. Even though she has such a way with words, Chiareth doesn't know how to successfully communicate her own desires without a lot of frustration and eventual snapping, feeling as though she has to find a way to convince herself that she's allowed to feel like that in the first place. Her job as a watchdragon is very important to her, as the role is important to Hers, but sometimes she wishes they would have a little more free time to simply be rather than having to think about their work all the time.

When she's in a good mood, however, Chiareth fancies herself something of a social butterfly. It's not difficult for her to get on with others, although she keeps such socialization to little more than surface level. She's just as dedicated to her work as C'asta is to his, and doesn't see much point in complicating matters any further with deeper attachments. She's totally fine with being casual friends! Absolutely! Anything more complicated than that, however, isn't likely to gain much traction. Even still, she's been known to wax melancholic about what could have been from time to time, especially in the realm of personal relationships. Chiareth is almost as nervous about the idea of change as Hers is, though, and she's not about to rock the boat just because she got a little sad for a few days. That would be foolish, no matter how tempting the idea can get sometimes.
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