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 Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2020 1:53 am
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Name: T'shal
Age: 30
Nameday: 3546.04.02
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Weyrbrat
Physical Description:
Standing at 6'1" and of average build, T'shal isn't an especially notable man as far as appearances go--he's got a somewhat round face and softer features, which at least has the bonus of making him look far more friendly and approachable than he would otherwise, but he's not otherwise striking. T'shal's hair is a sandy almost-blonde, kept short and often spiking in all manner of directions regardless of what he'd prefer--there's a few premature streaks of gray coming in at the temples, much to his chagrin. His eyes are a bright silver, and are perhaps the most notable thing about him; he has an intensity to his stare that can easily make him a bit intimidating, particularly given his tendency to examine others somewhat closely.
T'shal's forearms are littered with threadscore, deep scars standing out starkly against his tanned skin in a tangled mess. He has some remnants of tattoos underneath those marks, faded black patterns that once formed a rudimentary star map of Pern's skies. Now, they're practically unintelligible.
Personality:
Cunning, quick-witted, and smooth, T'shal seems as though he would be very much at home within the less savory rings of High Reaches' infamous Bronzerider club. However, he's chosen instead to be someone different--more than anything, he wants to help, and has turned his innate skills toward solving whatever problems wind up in his crosshairs. T'shal strives to be better than the person he used to be, and is determined to prove himself worthy of riding Bronze; simply having Belsheveth is one thing, but he wants to genuinely be the best possible lifemate he could be to his gargantuan dragon. In his youth, he ascribed strongly to traditionalist ideals, and has been working to unlearn that kind of thinking--since transferring to Western, it's become much easier to ease into it, seeing as he's so far removed from any previous influences on his views. T'shal may still slip up every now and again, but he's just as quick to apologize. He's intensely dedicated to his ideals of honor and what's right, and will not tolerate any kind of disregard for others.
He can be perhaps a bit self-righteous, or overly forceful--while his heart is in the right place, sometimes T'shal is far less subtle than he'd like. He has a noted tendency to stick his nose in where perhaps he isn't wanted as well, ready to offer assistance should it be needed. His helpful nature can easily come across as overbearing, especially given his desire to right any wrongs set before him. Above all else, he's the most strict with himself; while he's willing to give others plenty of additional chances, provided they don't cross any particularly important lines, he's much less forgiving toward himself. T'shal is highly critical of his own actions, judging his own progress based on how far he's come, but he seems to consider himself far less improved than he actually is.
Positive Trait List: Dedicated, shrewd, honorable.
Negative Trait List: Harsh, judgmental, prideful.
History:
Born in High Reaches as the result of a flight, Tashal grew up without much of his parents' influence in his life. He was raised by the creche for most of his youth, but discovered that his parents had, in fact, continued their relationship--by meeting his younger brother for the first time a mere three weeks after his first Hatching. Tessar attached himself to his elder brother quite quickly, and the two of them got along well--they seemed to be on the same page for practically everything, and Tashal was more than happy to take Tessar under his wing when he became a Candidate as well. In the meantime, however, they'd both found themselves getting caught up in the idea of Impressing Bronze, wrapped up in the same fantasy of being a part of that lofty club.
The two of them stood for Turns, waiting and waiting--Tessar never faltered, but Tashal quietly began to doubt himself. Their relationship wasn't as ironclad as it seemed, and began to crumble. It began when a Green approached Tashal, seemingly interested in him; while it quickly became clear that he wasn't Hers, Tessar took notice. It was minor things at first--second-guessing Tashal's authority, doubting how dedicated he really was to their dream of Impressing Bronze; as more 'unfit' dragons flocked to visit Tashal over their next few Hatchings, Tessar's doubt became far more tangible. Tashal was far from oblivious to this--it wasn't long before the brothers began to fight in earnest, arguing with each other out of view of the Candidatemasters. Soon enough, it became clear that they were in no way getting along anymore, and they were separated for everyone's sake.
At 16, however, it finally happened. Tashal became T'shal when he Impressed--and to a Bronze at that. Belsheveth had finally come to him, waiting until practically the end of the Hatching to make his choice after so many more of his siblings had found Theirs. Although he was somewhat ashamed of it, he felt some small degree of satisfaction at the fact that Tessar was left standing; his brother was no longer his concern, however. With Belsheveth at his side, he now had a duty to attend to, and he intended to do it well.
Even still, T'shal was quickly inducted into High Reaches' circle of Bronzeriders. It was an intoxicating mix of authority and attention, and it was easy for him to become wrapped up in its clutches. While the traditionalist ideas of High Reaches were always in his head, being surrounded by others that thought of the world in such a way made it so much easier to accept it as an ironclad truth. T'shal and Belsheveth lived the high life for a few Turns, their place in the Weyr secure--but the return of Thread signaled the end of an era. With every rider taking to the skies, it quickly became clear to T'shal that the way he'd thought of the world wasn't quite correct; each and every dragon had their place, of course, but this didn't come from any kind of inherent inferiority. He saw how they worked together as a whole, and began to appreciate the chromatics far more--Belsheveth was delighted by his rider's change of heart, and the pair quickly decided to try and make more of a difference among their peers. If they could help some of those other Bronzeriders let go of their prejudices, perhaps they could well and truly change things.
The problem, however, was Tessar.
He was now T'sar, considering his Impression to Bronze Borsolanth, and he still was far from fond of his brother despite his seniority. Where T'shal tried to change things for the better, T'sar sought to reinforce the status quo--it was there for a reason, after all, and T'shal was a fool for trying to change it. The brothers never came to outright conflict, but seeing as T'shal had lost favor among his peers for his change of heart, it became clear that T'shal would not be able to turn the tides. Defeated, but not destroyed, T'shal and Belsheveth requested a transfer to Western, where they felt they could be of far more use--their threadfighting training would certainly be needed, and it would get them away from the atmosphere of High Reaches. T'sar was more than happy to see his brother go, and T'shal settled in to Western with little fanfare. It was far from celebratory--while the pair hated to admit that they'd been bested, the fact of the matter was simply that they had been. Working alongside Western's riders to help them become true threadfighters was almost enough to soothe the sting, seeing as they had the opportunity to throw themselves into their duty and forget the stain on their record they'd left behind.
Other: T'sar's brother. On bad terms.
DRAGON
Name: Belsheveth
Age: 14
Color: Bronze
Size: 90'
Physical Description: Above all else, Belsheveth is a titanic Bronze. He's big enough to physically shield smaller dragons during Threadfall, which he's more than happy to do--he's sustained plenty of threadscore as a result, mostly criss-crossing across his back and shoulders in ragged almost patterns. Belsheveth has large claws, and his teeth are similarly long; his lower fangs stick out just a bit, curving outward almost like tusks.
Personality:
Belsheveth is a quiet Bronze, far more inclined to watch and monitor than he is to get involved directly. He has a very particular sense of justice, adhering quite firmly to his ideals regardless of any peer pressure, He found High Reaches' environment of metallics distasteful, and is quite glad that T'shal has opted for a new start at Western--while he's a little less fond of the climate, he cannot argue that he can be of much use to his new Weyr.
Belsheveth views himself as the sum of his deeds, and while he's far from showy about his own accomplishments, they're all very important to him; each of them serve as a building block for the Bronze he is now, and while some of them weren't much to be proud of, they all come together for a respectable whole. He has an outstanding memory, and keeps a detailed track of things--while this does mean that he's inclined to hold a grudge, it also means that he isn't at all likely to forget a favor owed or when someone helps him. He will always pay someone back in kind, and is just as dedicated to his sense of honor as T'shal is.
Although he's quite outspoken in defense of others, Belsheveth doesn't often articulate his own needs or desires all that well. He tends to put them on the backburner, reasoning that they can always be attended to later--there are always more pressing matters to deal with first, though, and it's not unreasonable to wonder if he simply just doesn't want to pay much attention to himself at all. While he certainly won't neglect his own base needs, the others are a little harder to get him to handle--he practically needs an order or outright command to even get on that track, and thus far, few people besides T'shal can get him there in the first place. Belsheveth knows it's important to address his own needs, of course, but he finds it difficult to tear himself away from everything else on his plate, especially the plights of others. He doesn't complain or gripe about what he's missing out on, however; it's his own choice, and he's well aware of it. Truthfully, there's little he'd rather be doing otherwise.
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