Name: Ky’ess (Kyosess)Age: 24
Nameday: 3551.06.26
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Weyrling
Previous Rank/Craft: Weyrbrat
Physical Description:Standing at an average height, Kyosess is nothing if not just ordinary. His build is a bit triangular, broader at the shoulders and slimmer at the waist. He’s a light auburn in tone, though the rich tone is broken by large swatches of vitiligo over his body. A large swash over his face that races into his hairline, turning the deep brown locks swept into a forward, short style into an almost snow white with his tone. His left eye is a darker blue, while his right eye is a few shades lighter -- always looking a touch sad at any present time, and the slight bags under his eyes definitely give off a “defeated canine” look to him. Kyosess’ large, expressive eyes seemed to have skipped wearing his heart on his sleeve, and jumped to baring his emotions quite openly. His left hand and entire right arm, as well as varied speckling along the rest of his body, hidden away by clothing, are this same lighter color.
Kyosess dresses in tamer colors, typically a soft blue in shade like his mother’s dragon’s tone. At the very least, he tries to keep his chest and legs always covered by clothing, for he fears the sun will burn him easier. He carries himself with hesitation, shoulders hunched inwards some in some odd mix of wanting to blend into the background -- but also in some small desire to be seen.
He has quite an impressive threadscore down his shoulder and across his chest, as well as down his left hip and down to nearly his knee. Thankfully, the wound was only ever deep enough to scar, and Ky’ess has been lucky to not only walk away from the injury, but without a limp as well.
Personality: Never one to stand out, Kyosess had always been quite happy to be mostly the passed over face in the crowd. After all, people’s stories always needed the filler folk, and that was how Kyosess has always felt -- a background person, a wallflower, passable. His gentle disposition and softer nature certainly leaned in hard to this self-perception.
Beyond the shy wallflower is quite the gentle soul. Kyosess is kind to a fault, for any who come into a conversation with the man will find themselves at the soft wondering if they’re okay, if they’ve eaten recently. Perhaps in another life, his calling certainly could have been a healer. As it were, he simply collects those under his friendship umbrella like a wherry hen collecting her chicks under her wings. He’s loyal to a fault, for the few people he has in his life he would stick to them like metallic on a gold. It can almost play a bit negatively, as Kyosess’ loyalty doesn’t know any bounds -- even in the face of someone betraying him, or making a deliberate move to hurt the man, Kyosess will wait patiently in hopes that his friend would come around to him again.
Loyal to a fault, and so easily slipping into the background, Kyosess is deferent to a fault. Why rock the boat when you can take the direction of someone in charge? Nevermind in a Weyr setting, where rocking the wing and not following direction could get you and/or others killed? No, he takes directions to heart, happy to do what’s asked and told of him. He makes a good cog in the machine, holding those in positions above him to an almost reverent degree. Certainly they climbed up to their positions for excellent reasons, and they should be given their well of respect for such.
Yet his more motherly nature can sometimes be a bit.. Much. While he will wait for someone who wronged him, it wont stop the mental gymnastics that Kyosess will leap to to somehow bring the blame all back to him. His foot could get stepped on, and yet Kyosess would place the blame on him for putting his in the walking path of someone else. He craves that social connection, having very few in a Weyr full of people he interacts with between candidacy and kitchen duties. His eye is always drawn to bronze dragons and their riders--not in some bid to possibly impress a bronze himself, but in some aching hearted attempt at filling in the hole his missing father has left.
Positive Trait List Caring, Loyal, Deferent
Negative Trait List Milquetoast, Anxious, Lonely
History: The start to Kyosess’ life was rather standard of a weyrbrat. He was born in High Reaches Weyr to his bluerider mother, a product of a greenflight with an unaffiliated bronzerider who had been visiting the Weyr on his own business and had a bit of fun along the way. He grew up mainly in his mother’s care, only in the creche when she had wing duties or to care for her dragon before Kyosess was grown enough to help out. He grew with the starry-eyed love that came from growing up in a Weyr, surrounded by dragons -- loving to watch each hatching with rapt attention.
To find your dragon, your other half. The one who could only know you better than you knew yourself…
Kyosess was utterly enamored with the notion, and counted down each and every turn until he was able to enter candidacy with shy eagerness that came with a child wanting to enter adulthood early. Enter he did… and stand, and be left standing -- again, and again, and again. Turns soon passed him by, as he took up to working in the kitchens between clutches. His mother had him take heart, because surely Kyosess’ dragon was in the next clutch and was waiting to meet him. Each clutch, her gentle encouragement would boost him up -- and proceed to crash his hope each time he was left standing. It ached to think that dragon after dragon would find him lacking. Doubt seeped in, with the heavy questions that lingered. Was he not good enough? If he hadn’t grown up a weyrbrat, would he have even been searched?
He begged his mother for his father’s name, wanting to learn anything he could about the man. Maybe if Kyosess knew more about him.. Though all he got was a name, Ylzure, an unaffiliated bronzerider. Though any tries to reach out to him was met with silence. He did find out about a halfsister in Western, about the same age as him, though he wasn’t quite so sure about reaching out to her as he had been to Ylzure.
As he was beginning to lose hope, and began to become more settled on the idea of working in the kitchens once he would age out of his bid for candidacy, the worst nightmare he could have imagined came true -- thread had returned. What he always found a touch silly but never hurt to be prepared suddenly transformed into gratefulness that the possibility had been prepared for.
Until thread took her away shortly after it’s return, gone in an instant by a clump falling on top of her, and Kyosess suddenly felt so… alone the turns after her death.
It wouldn’t be until a fated day standing before the double clutch that Kyosess’ luck seemed to have run its course. In the midst of the fights and chaos, the only egg Kyosess ever needed to hatch had split open, revealing the little blue within. While it took him some time to find his way, it wouldn’t be terribly long before the small, lanky blue would find himself at the man’s feet, staring at Kyosess with all the love and devotion that the candidate craved.
Don’t worry, Kyosess, your Hiraeth will make sure you’re never alone again.
Other: Half brother to Ezyzu of Khamaith in Western Weyr.
DRAGON
Name: Hiraeth
Age: 1
Color: Blue
Size: 25’
Physical Attributes: Average size for a blue, Hiraeth is dainty for a dragon. His forelimbs are longer than his rear legs, giving his chest a touch of elevation that looks almost regal on the little blue. His wings are wide, tapered fans that he loves to stretch in the sun, as if to catch every drop of heat that he might soak up. His eyes are a touch rounder, a bit wider, giving him an innocent look in those facets. Hiraeth’s chest is more pointed and sharp, and for a well-toned dragon, it’s easy to see his muscle definition as well as points and ribs beneath taut hide.
Personality A gentle soul, Hiraeth is the soulful outsider-looking-in. He forever craves connection in life, though his own insecurities keep the distance of ’Wanting that connection’ and ’Making that connection’ at odds with one another. He desires the deeper connections of his family members, of his fellow dragons within the Weyr, and though he is surrounded by his kin in such a mass setting, Hiraeth still often finds himself at his own council on his ledge -- or with his rider wrapped in one of his wings. Connections are a powerful thing, after all -- they can boost you up, but they also leave you at the most vulnerable state to be torn down, and Hiraeth still meters the risk and reward carefully.
A stranger in a crowded room that he may be (or imposes on himself), it isn't to say that he is alone in the Weyr -- far from it, in fact. He knows his family members well enough for pleasantries and with whom he can carry them with, and shares the company of deeper conversation with a select few.
Yet the dragon who watches and lingers at the edge has such a bright glow at his core, a small glimmer of hope in his hearts that he can be as equally loved and accepted as his siblings, his cousins, his fellow dragons. He’s unsure in making connections, yet holds such a fierce hope that he can share his ledge with a dragon he can devote his hearts to, totally and completely -- and he hopes in return to capture another boy’s dragon’s hearts completely as well. To have his small social circle of dragons to rely on.
Life is a dangerous thing, however, and Hiraeth crawls though with the notion that the sky may fall on him at any moment--even before such great losses. He thinks of his choices before putting a claw in -- even if the moment has well and truly passed by. Thread is a rough concept for him to wrestle with, for he has desires out of life -- and becoming just another count of a lost chromatic dragon to High Reaches Weyr isn’t entirely one of them.
But the things that he’s able to get his claws on?--talking to a handsome dragon, making it through a fall without a scratch (or even just a minor one)? Hiraeth takes all the victories of even the smallest battles as bigger ones. He would certainly celebrate as if he’d caught the senior queen and became the Weyrleader -- not like that would happen for multiple reasons, but he’ll certainly be beaming about it for days.
Additional Notes: For his size, Hiraeth has quite a powerful burst of flame on him. He’s able to control it… most of the time, anyway. It does have a rare tendency to get away from him, especially on windier conditions, however time and practice have helped to rein in it.
Though he has a quiet, firm love for his Mama and Papa, Hiraeth was among his siblings who were devastated when Uncle Rixth left High Reaches Weyr. Yet all he could do was hold his tongue and press against his beloved Ky’ess when his hearts ached for his missing family. He’d never step on the aches of his siblings, certainly not the more important ones like his big sister Mictecath, just as he was silently overjoyed at Rixth’s return. However, he has found himself still unable to voice these feelings to his returned family, and sits on his talons over the matter.
Flights are a tricky thing for Hiraeth, for as much as he might want to push himself forward to chase a glowing green, he finds himself unwilling to catch her in his claws--for he has a more hidden desire to be entangled in the claws of another suitor.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Here
