[Rider]J'emi & Green Leucath [Approved]

[Hattaki]

Name: J'emi (Formerly Jemisaive)
Age: 18 - 3557.10.27
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Harper
Physical Description: Not especially tall, J'emi is slender and dark skinned even when he's not out in the sun, making his naturally light blond hair and so pale as to be yellow brown eyes startling against his darker features. To soften this effect, he dyes a part of his hair dark brown, not wanting to hide entirely the side of him that comes from his blonde mother. With the length of it and how he dyes it paired up with his slender frame, there are times that he can be mistaken for female and he's never once cared, simply shrugging it off with the wave of a hand.

To his credit, he dresses as one might think a rider would, always in something practical, but he adds embellishments here and there for himself and doesn't shy away from wearing as much jewelry as he wants. It's his vanity, but he enjoys wearing his best when he can and his marks prior to becoming a Candidate were spent on shiny things.
Personality: Above all else, beyond his terrible propensity for being vain about his appearance and dirt and everything else around him and how he can be a bit cold towards those he meets before getting to know them well, J'emi is a creative soul. It bursts out of him in songs and poems, in what he writes and reads. While he won't go spouting poetry off the cuff to random strangers, those closest to him will be able to all but feel the imagination glowing out of him. But it's not just with his love of all things written and sung, it's also in how he interacts with his world, thinking of different ways to do things and how to spend his time, when it's free at least. If rules were a box he tends to run right past them, needing to be curtailed just a tiny bit so he doesn't run off wild, but he hates being constrained. In fact he'll get full on defensive about it and lock horns briefly with those that do before shrugging it off and going to do as he's told. He's a bit anxious of criticism and this is what brings it out, being told that he's doing something poorly or what he should or shouldn't do gets under his skin, but J'emi certainly doesn't want others to know that and bristles in response, thereby making the whole situation worse.

Keeping others at an arm's reach is the key to him not needing to be overly defensive or get himself into such terrible situations, especially with people that he doesn't know. It isn't shyness that makes him standoffish, it's the desire to not be left or held back, to not argue with anyone. It's quite a bit easier to push those he doesn't trust quite yet away and not let them get close in the first place than it is to become friends or better with an individual and have them leave or just start ignoring him. Call it a throwback to his past in another Weyr, but it has followed him. That's not to say he can't be forgiving with people, in fact he's extremely forgiving given how he is and tends to be the first to apologize in any situation he's placed in. It doesn't matter what was done to him in the past or present or what might happen to him in the future with an individual, all that matters to him is that the air is clear and everyone is at ease with the situation. J'emi would never enjoy leaving someone upset or angry unless he can help it.

In reality he's not so very vain that he would ever turn up his nose to others, his particular brand of vanity stems more towards his appearance than his personality or who he is as a person. Having grown up in a creche for much of his early life, J'emi isn't under any illusions as to who he is and where he fits in the hierarchy of the world, never has been. But that doesn't mean that he can't view himself in a good light or try and make himself look his best, or flaunt it a tiny bit when feasts and celebrations arise. That's what they're for after all! It's all in how smart he is that despite his worst he can still worm his way out of it and appear his best. For he is vastly intelligent but often keeps it to himself unless a situation arises that requires him to show it off, even then he's a bit hesitant with it. This could be because J'emi wants to use that intelligence for his own devices, to power his creativity and his fortitude when doing things that interest him.

Positive Trait List Intelligent, Forgiving, Creative
Negative Trait List Standoffish, Vain, Defensive

History: Son of a, then Candidate, now dragon rider from Western Weyr, Jemisaive didn’t get to know his mother long before being placed in the creche. Not even more than a few days really, but this was the life that he was born into and the only one that he knew for many turns. The creche wasn’t that bad of a place to grow up with other weyrbrats his own age and even older, there was nothing that felt especially claustrophobic about it and if anything he was given the opportunity to do what he pleased, within reason. But others would always have their parents stop by, or be adopted out to others, leaving him with a small bit of resentment for the woman that he knew was his mother. In his younger years it presented itself as an aloofness that lingered before melding into something just a bit softer and gentler. Of course she stopped by from time to time to visit him but it wasn’t the ‘family’ that he saw others have and he wished somewhere deep down inside that he had it as well. By the time he was seven turns he had that opportunity but turned it down.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mother but he didn’t know how to act around her or with her so Jemisaive simply watched as his mother raised his younger half sister with curious eyes for a few turns. When he wasn’t being curious of how other families worked in their interactions he was watching dragons and listening to harpers, trying to come up with his own songs about dragons that might impress some of the men and women that came through the Weyr day to day. Creativity flourished in his mind and in his writings until he finally approached his mother with a request, wanting to go to Fort Hold where the Harper’s Hall was located. He wanted to write and sing and recite poems, learn from the masters there in Fort how it was done and hone his craft to the best he could be. Lucky for him, his mother was more than happy to take him there, dropping him off and keeping an eye on him with visits from time to time while he was studying there.

And oh did he ever learn. There was so much history and so many things to experience, of course he wanted to write and create poetry, but he also learned to sing during his time there, or at least better than he ever had before. While he wasn’t super talented at letting others close, he did develop a few friendships there that lasted, with like minded individuals that drew him in close and for once didn’t abandon him. For it was his turn to do the abandoning for once, when a dragon and its rider approached him during his free time. Being only fifteen turns he hadn’t paid attention to the fact that he could stand, always thinking that dragons were behind him.

Of course he accepted, having grown up around them and knowing full well that there were still harpers in the Weyrs. In fact he was curious to see what types of harpers High Reaches had, knowing he’d meet a few. Having come from a Weyr before as a weyrbrat, it was quite different being Searched and learning in a totally different one. The climate and mountainous differences aside, it wasn’t quite as progressive as he was used to but the place itself was mostly the same. Dragons and Riders and Candidates and suddenly… Thread. Jemisaive got to see first hand what threadfighting dragons were meant to do within the first few months he was at High Reaches and was glad to be in the most prepared Weyr of them all when he saw what was happening. The devastation wrought. Fearing for his mother he sent a message her way, but heard nothing back at first as the spores rained down across all of Pern.

Once word did come from his mother, able to breathe just a bit easier, Jemisaive threw himself into learning what he could in this new Pern full of danger and stood every opportunity he could until he finally heard her voice. The only voice he ever cared to have ring in his head, as he was sure other riders felt when they first heard their own dragons talk to them. Ah, there was where you were hiding JemisaiveMine. Don’t worry about what’s happened, it’s the future that matters now and all of that is in your past. Come with your Leucath. Having not been hiding and only a small bit worried about the other dragons on the sands that had ripped into his fellow Candidates and even killed one, J’emi blinked owlishly in confusion down at the smallest little green dragon that had somehow covered herself head knobs to tail tips in sand. I’m not sure how it happened either, it just sticks. His heart stuck in his throat just seeing Leucath shake herself off and offer him a smile full of rainbows and love.

It was only the beginning for them as they walked off the sands towards a future flying in the sky to burn away Thread. Along their way they bonded and learned, found friends and lost wingmates before they were even a full-blown wing. It was one lesson that they held onto knowing there would be more to come.
Other:

DRAGON
Name: Leucath
Age: 1
Color: Green
Size: 20'
Physical Description: A small and tightly compact sort of dragon, Leucath does possess some curves where it counts and doesn’t run heavy despite how tight everything seems to be on her. That’s all just muscle! Her wings seem to match that compact feel of her just right and while she might not ever be able to carry more than a few, she’s got strength in spades despite her appearance, for a short time at least.

Somehow she always winds up covered in some sort of dirt or sand or anything that one might consider gross. No Leucath doesn’t at all remember rolling in it, it just happened this way! It dulls the color of her hide and as a growing dragon she’ll need as many baths and oilings as she can get to keep from damaging her growing hide.
Personality: Warmth seems to radiate in the air around Leucath’s small form, beckoning all those around her to come close and even lean on her should they need to. In fact she would love for them to do just that, to the little green it’s only the polite thing to do when others need assistance or a place to relax. She’d welcome all of High Reaches onto her ledge to relax and unwind, always having a bit of a story to tell them helps as well. Of course she makes it a point to never tell gossip that would hurt another dragon or human’s feelings, if she can help it, Leucath is a terrible gossip about things going on in the Weyr. If she could she’d be in the center of all of it, but since she can’t she gladly swaps back and forth with others when catching up and if she could she’d allow the whole Weyr to come to her ledge or talk to her wherever they might be.

Therein lies her problem with all the gossip that she hears, Leucath can be a touch indiscreet with things that others relay to her if they haven’t told her it was a secret. It’s not that she means to spill any beans, be they negative or positive or otherwise even boring, it’s just that she hears so many things and tells so many others gossip and stories that she doesn’t know when to stop and it simply… leaks right out of her? She’ll apologize to the moons and back to the one offended and while she doesn’t promise that it’ll never happen again she certainly does her best when she can help it. In truth if one tells her a secret she’s an iron box of silence in regards to it, for she holds secrets about herself back from others as best she can as well, secrets about her rider and all those she loves. Not everyone gets to know what she’s up to or what’s going on with her and those that do are lucky indeed, for that means they’re the closest to her hearts.

Should one be close to her they’ll always know that they have someone at their back, a steady force of comfort and relaxed ease that somehow always manages to be one of the hardest workers around. Though she is incredibly relaxed in her life, in her own skin and around others, she doesn’t allow herself to become so relaxed that she’s a slacker. No, no, no, Leucath is determined and will see a job through until the very end regardless of what it is. She knows full well that threadfall started again and it was what she was born to fight, never wanting to deviate away from that path in life, so she does all she can to live up to her existence. The green knows her place and that’s what matters in her life, it’s the reason she’s so laid-back about everything with others and the reason why if one is close to her they’ll know she’ll stop at nothing to keep them safe or get them what they want.

Soft things, oh all the soft things. Her rider might find they need to throw a few blankets and pillows out onto her ledge lest Leucath slowly steal them all from both his and others weyrs to make a hoard. Like sleeping on a cloud! She’ll be certain to offer them, as any good hostess would, to those that come and visit but they are all hers

Because of her muscle or maybe just how hardheadedly stubborn she is about finishing a task or duty, the little green has stamina in droves and pushes it just a bit too hard if not watched. During threadfall she’ll last and last, needing reminded to come down so she doesn’t overdo it too badly, and during flights she’ll sail into the sky until her wings literally will not continue to beat.

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Rip them to shreds I guess? lol