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 Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2021 7:13 pm
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Name: Es'ril (Esseril)
Age: 25
Nameday: 3551.08.01
Sex: Yes Male
Sexual Orientation: Disaster Bi
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Weyrbrat
Physical Description: Standing at a fit 5’10, Es’ril is a handsome man -- and yes, thank you for noticing! His skin tone is a rich tan, for he’s always been more of an outside person -- especially so after impressing to Panioth. Bright hazel eyes are friendly and usually reflecting his smile quite brightly. His hair is a rich brown, curling softly when he doesn’t work it through. It’s framed by his facial hair, meticulously groomed and faded in from his jaw to hang at the point of his chin with a longer, playful curl. He’s a larger man, muscled and toned with a small smattering of scars and freckles -- mainly from growing up, and his firelizard, but thus far has been quite lucky in avoiding a large scar from thread.
Personality: Let it be known, Es’ril is nothing but extroverted to a fault. He’s friendly and out-going, never shying away from shouldering his way into a conversation or chatting up the closest person to him. Es’ril thrives for the limelight. He never shies away from a stranger, for he’s apt to sidle up next to them and strike up a conversation. He’s a charming man, handsome in face and build, and it’s completely, utterly gone to his head. If there is someone that catches his eye, he’s known to be quite flirty -- and though he isn’t above flirting in his everyday conversations, or simply just to possibly get his way, let it be said that he has been known to catch a severe case of feelings every now and again. Despite his ever flirty ways, he’s a gentleman to his core -- a chivalrous man who is kind to a fault. However, though he means well, it doesn’t stop him from cramming his boot in his mouth. No, he loves the limelight so much that he straddles the line of too much about himself and bringing unwanted attention onto others who don’t want it. It’s led to stepped toes, and though Es’ril apologizes over and over, he’s still not quite able to stop himself from making a spectacle of himself.
However, he’s quite competitive when he isn’t trying his best to charm someone, or make new friends. No, life is a competition, a game to be won, and as far as Es’ril’s concerned, he’s winning it. It extends to his off hours, when he isn’t running drills, that he enjoys a bit of almost daredevil-like sport -- for fun, surely, and feeds into his flair for the dramatics, but he enjoys the thrill of it -- like jumping from Panioth’s shoulder down into the depths of the ocean. No, a daredevil that has only been tampered some in recent turns after his father’s near-fatal meeting with thread, but has since been picking back up.
But oh is he dramatic. His newest crush has spurned his flirtations? Woe. An ash burn ruined his manicured beard? Woe. The littlest inconveniences are able to be such problems for Es’ril, and leave him pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. He’s, however, quite clever and bounces back fairly well, quick on his feet if his affections find someone else to venture on possible romantic notions over. His cleverness and his flair for dramatics have helped him especially for thinking on his straps in the middle of threadfall, especially with his max-sized behemoth of a bronze to maneuver in the air.
Positive Trait List Outgoing, Flirty, Clever
Negative Trait List Dramatic, Competitive, Brash
History: Esseril was born and raised within Western Weyr’s walls, and it suited him well. The first child to a brownriding mother, and a blueriding father, he knew from the get-go that he would enter his bid into candidacy the moment that he was old enough to do so. No, between his father’s gruff blue, and his mother’s charming brown, nevermind any dragon who this precocious child never had any amount of reservation talking to, he was determined to stand on those golden sands to try and impress a dragon of his own.
Though there was a surprise, as when he was eight, their family grew -- and his little sister Surel was born. Stepping into the light as a protective older brother was easy for him, with the added excitement to stand for candidacy with her someday as well. Even if he didn’t understand her dream about dancing, and perhaps wasn’t as supportive as he could have been at the time, he only wants what will make her happy in the end.
Though he was eager at the idea that a few short turns, Esseril would be able to stand on the sands with his sister on the sands, it seemed that that would never be. No, he was a fresh 14 on the sands when he’d had his second and last time standing. The bronze had been kind enough when he had hatched, but had grown hungry and angry at not finding His -- and a scuffle with a green had left him with dripping, wide wounds and making him look quite the site. But the bronze was a sweetheart after eating, and bandaged up didn’t lead to him looking anything less than a beast, but he was Es’ril’s -- and Es'ril was Panioth’s.
Weyrlinghood flew by in a flash, and they graduated with mostly grace and flourish. Flights came and went, life marched on, and it was good. Just before his little sister was about to enter candidacy, thread returned. He had minor ones, surface scrapes that barely left scars -- he and his mother had been lucky. But Es’ril’s father hadn’t, and though he spent many weeks of his free time that wasn’t thrown into training and drills in the infirmary when they weren’t sure he would pull through, he eventually did -- though the pair had been permanently grounded for the nature of their injuries.
The ordeal subdued him some, though he did his best to keep his chipper, outgoing self on until he bounced back eventually. Almost losing his father had rocked him to his core, and though he’s alive, his confidence was slow-growing. Yet it’s been turns, and Es’ril is mostly back to his bombastic self.
Other: Older brother to Lutz’s Surel
DRAGON
Name: Panioth
Age: 11
Color: Bronze
Size: 92’
Physical Description: A massive, hulking mountain of a bronze, Panioth is a savage-looking bronze. Scarred from his hatching and a fight with his sister, he’s only grown his collection more as he’s aged. His wings are wide sails, that give him great ability to glide and conserve energy in the air. His muzzle is a bit pinched, headknobs sloping sharply, and he can cut an imposing figure, both on land and in the air.
Personality: Panioth’s physical appearance shouldn’t ever belie his true nature. While he can be quite a beast, certainly against thread or a particularly spirited flight, he can also be quite the sweetheart. Deep down, there beat hearts as bright as a golden queen. No, beneath the rugged exterior is a charming bronze. Gold-hearts beat for those of his Weyr, for he loves Western and all within her shores and weyrs, and if he could take the brunt of threadfall to keep them safe, he would happily do so, again and again.
Even when Es’ril’s foundation was shaken by almost losing his father, Panioth continued to be a pillar of strength for his rider -- and does so for any that may need his broad shoulders. Threadfall is terrifying, but they do so to keep those who cannot fight safe, and is that not worth possibly falling in battle like true warriors? No, he takes no criticisms on that, for they are born for it, and will shoulder someone less sure on the subject until they are.
He’s quite a magnetic personality, and enjoys chatting with those that come across his path. Perhaps Es’ril’s rubbed off on him, or perhaps his own charm that drew him to his rider, it’s hard to say, but he’s adept at holding conversation, especially at holding a smaller, more personal set of acquaintances and friends.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Spooky Raffle Bronze by Zaikt
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