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 Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2020 11:17 pm
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Name: Ce'rys (formerly Cenarys)
Age: 25
Nameday: 3551.03.03
Sex:Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, male-leaning
Rider Rank: Weyrling (Green)
Previous Rank/Craft: Apprentice Healer
Physical Description:
Tall, at 6’2, and of fairly solid build, Ce’rys may at first cut a striking and intimidating figure. He is muscular, and cares greatly for staying in shape. He has curly bark brown hair, hovering around his ears, and deep, verdant green eyes. His face is long, his jawline pronounced and shadowed with a hint of stubble. His nose is straight, though slightly mushroom shaped by its tip. Pale skin, he burns easily in the sun, and freckles splash his face and shoulders.
His stance tends to be a bit closed off, often with arms crossed or a frown on his face. Despite this general air of unapproachability, it is possible to summon a smile or even engage him in a hug, provided the right circumstance arises and you are his friend.
He dresses for practicality above all else, favouring well-crafted garments, especially boots. He likes tones of browns and greens for Gathers, and will try to match his dragon where possible. He enjoys working on his physique, and will make good use of spare time to stretch and train.
Personality:
With iron-clad will and a determination to see Western Weyr through to the end of the Pass, Cenarys was born to become a dragonrider (or so he firmly believed). Head-strong and determined, he would bear the weight of the world upon his shoulders without batting an eyelid, if he thought it would help. His frustrations and fears stem from feeling powerless and inept, so he strives for self-improvement and perfection.
He is a smart man, with a quick and agile mind. Though he might seem to lack empathy on the surface (what with that quasi- permanent frown stuck to his face), he is rather intuitive and insightful when it comes to people, traits he cultivated during his time as an apprentice healer. He cares very much- he just would rather not show it... emotion is a distraction from reason and logic, and victory can only be gained with a cool and level head. Mistakes are made when blood is pumping and hearts are racing, and to catch him flustered or demonstrably emotive is a rare thing indeed.
He has a love for rules and tradition that puts him rather at odds with Western’s more liberal political stance- not that he’d ever voice his opinions around figures of authority, for whom he has a lot of respect. He thinks highly of himself because he knows how hard he works to reach his peak. He has the unfortunate tendency to believe others don’t work as hard as he does, unless he sees an obvious effort on their part. His respect is earnt through such toil and dedication, and he holds in high regard those who struggle to climb to the top. Ambitious, yes, but not without consideration for his peers: Ce’rys wants to earn his accolades off his own merits without hurting others. He possesses a noble core and truly wants what is best for others, even at personal cost.
Positive Trait List Devoted, head-strong, altruistic
Negative Trait List Rigid, single-minded, arrogant
History:
Born to two brownriders- a Mindhealer mother by the name of Seyluna, and a journeyman healer father called K'on, Cenarys has dragonrider blood in his veins and is very proud of his ancestry. As a weyrbrat he had a tendency to domineer and control others, and had to be taught to respect others as individuals. It was a difficult lesson for the young boy to learn, but he succeeded by shifting his focus from micromanaging others to working on his own sense of self. He wanted to be the strongest, most dependable dragonman Western had.
Until then, he had to pick a craft. He gave this decision, like most other things in his life, a great deal of attention. Ten Turns of age, he decided he would follow in his parents' footsteps and become a healer- though not of the mind, like his mother- no. He wanted to be surgical and precise.
They put him on bed assistance to teach him humility and manners.
It worked- to a degree. Cenarys learned to temper his opinions, learnt patience to mull over his thoughts and organise them into coherent points in which to convey a message that was undeniably logical and far better than any other argument anybody else could put forth. At around fifteen, he was allowed to assist the trauma healer stationed at Western, and shadowed them whenever possible. Cenarys developed a cool head in a crisis, and found himself unphased by most things (other than feelings, which he found especially confusing).
He started Standing at fourteen- as was his bloodright, of course. The first few hatchings came and went, and his hope did not waver… The fourth, the fifth… it was beginning to feel like a bit of a sorry deal. Surely someone as well recommended as him, as competent as him, deserved a dragon? The best dragon… He turned his scrutiny inwards, throwing himself into the task of chasing self-perfection to the detriment of personal relationships with the few people he called friends. Even his mother began to worry, drawing him aside for personal chats that he did his best to get out of.
Eighteen… nineteen Turns… Still nothing. He did his best not to contemplate a future without a dragon. There was still time. He was going to Impress. He had to. He trained harder than before, read and studied into the dark hours of the night…
Luck turned shortly after this twenty-fifth Turnday. The air did not feel different, he was not more or less optimistic or determined than his usual, and yet… Esurienth and Phylideth's clutch of twenty-seven was full of surprises.
A small fight between hatchlings had erupted partway through, and Cenarys found himself frowning at the seemingly senseless violence. He knew better than to interfere- what better way than to earn himself the ire of the clutchparents or the babies themselves... but it seemed like the brawl caught some candidates off-guard, and the young man pushed a fellow candidate out of the way of sharp slashing claws. Cenarys fell backwards onto the hot sands as he gripped his arm, surprised by the shooting pain lancing up his limb. In a world where he was the healer normally... this was... unusual.
Oh, Ce'rysMine... are you hurt? Can you stand? Warmth unfurled in his mind, like sunlight breaking through grey clouds, and a dark green snout pressed against him. Yellow eyes met his own green, filled with worry and concern.
"Of course I'm okay..?" His voice raised in question- how did... how did she know his name?
Of course I know your name, Ce'rys! I'm your Astariarth, and I would never forget your name! It seemed like her name had been etched in his heart for the longest time, and he was waking up from a dream to remember it.
Yellow eyes turned to rainbows as he pushed himself up, and he wrapped his good arm around her (the other cradled against his chest, pressing the gashes against his robes).
Finally. At last. He had found the most perfect dragon- and together they could save their home.
Other:
I have a wip for Seyluna of Brown Malorth in my docs. Pach has volunteered K'on as the father. =]
The inclusion of the fight at the hatching was just in response to the raffle prompt, which seemed to suggest Ce'rys was injured just prior to his Impression. Happy to edit it out! ^^
DRAGON
Name: Astariarth
Age: Newborn (3576.05.02)
Color: Green (#1B4522)
Egg Size: Small
Size: 38'
Physical Attributes:
A dragon made of porcelain, Astariarth is a lithe and slender creature. There is a serpentine air about her, her wings proportionately shorter than her body. Large eyes are all too ready to reflect her passing emotions. Her headknobs are long and ever so slightly wavering, as if streamers unfurling in wind.
Personality:
A warm and sweet disposition illuminates this beautiful soul; Astariarth is a lovely dragon who means well in all that she says and does. She is shy and a little meek, especially when it comes to being around her louder, more boisterous clutchmates. She has an innate desire to heal others of their pain, and is intensely fascinated by the healercraft. She enjoys learning about herbs and natural remedies, even if draconic memory doesn't really allow her to recall what she learns.
She is friendly despite her timidity. There is not a bad bone in this sweet dragon's body. Empathic and inquisitive, Astariarth demonstrates a keen understanding of others and their needs, but sadly falls into the trap of wanting to 'make everyone better', even if it costs her all of her emotional reserves. She is easily manipulated into doing what others want- and has a desperate need to please them. Astariarth fears the sting of rejection, although she will satisfy herself with small morsels of love and validation from others. Life, after all, is about giving.
Her purity and altruism make her a truly wonderful companion to those who call her friend or lover. She has all the time in the world for those who have earnt her loyalty. Once burnt by cruel unkindness, she tends to retreat upon herself, crestfallen and brokenhearted at her own shortcomings. She relies heavily on the strength of others to fortify her own will and self-esteem. For all of her juvenile naivety, Astariarth possesses an old-soul style of wisdom that comes from a genuine love for life and patience for all the turbulence and darkness it throws her way. She will gladly console or assist, even when her own heart is breaking
Astariarth is a soft, romantic type in the truest sense of the term: she likes to visit beaches at night and stare up at the stars in the company of her latest crush or partner. She longs to find a weyrmate, and wishes for her rider to find a person he can settle down with as well (even, sometimes, going so far as to set him up on incidental blind dates). She can be meddlesome when it comes to love, but she will always withdraw when she is told that the boundaries have been crossed. Maintaining balance and peace between folk is her biggest concern.
Positive Trait List Sweet-tempered, altruistic, intuitive
Negative Trait List Meek, gullible, self-sacrificing
Additional Notes:
She may not create an impressive flame, but Astariarth makes up for it with unfailing persistence. She rises frequently, and may even chase, as she enjoys diverse and multiple partners. Deep down, she yearns for the loyal and true affections of a single dragonmate. Her favourite pass-times including nightly walks on the beach and star-gazing, which seem to capture and enthral her whimsical, wise old soul.
Why Me:
Drawn to each other like moth to flame, Astariarth is the star of Ce'rys' night, bringing warmth to his cold rigidity. Boundless sweet, tender love will become the fundamental underpinnings of his life as he's offered a new perspective on his ambitions and drive: he must strive to protect his home for /her/.
In turn, he is her fiercest, most loyal protector and guardian. He will save her from those who seek to abuse her, console her through her own self-torturous maladies, and raise her esteem at every cornerstone of her life. Without his will and strength, Astariarth shall surely falter, for what is a rose without its tree, its lifeline?
They share interests, too: Ce'rys and Astariarth will put their healing skills to good use later on in life. Ce'rys will never shy away from teaching her what he knows, and the two of them will form a bond that will only go from strength to strength. Purity tempers arrogance, confidence to soothe away the timidity… They are a pair well-matched.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: npc hatching raffle
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