Personality: The only thing you really have to know about B’singr is the fact that he’s a fighter. Sometimes he fights to prove a point, rarely to impress, and even sometimes to just have some fun, but he just loves to fight. He is certainly not a quitter, never has been and never will be, even when old age slows his movements. But just because he never quits doesn’t mean he looses calmly. He HATES loosing! If he looses he doesn’t just accept defeat and walk away, he has to either have a rematch or just allows his anger out by breaking things, be them bones or just some little things, mirrors etc. During a fight, or Threadfall, he never gives any quarter, nor does he ask for any, feeling that doing such would show weakness, which is one thing he dos not show, and never will. B’singr is quite a caring soul though, and doesn’t much like to see people in emotional pain and will often try to help. Despite his appearance, he is very different on the inside. Looks can be deceiving. He has a relatively good grip on his temper and rarely does he allow it to flare without good reason. But you don’t want to be on the receiving end of one of his tantrums, if you can call them that, they’ve been called rampages before, and if you do happen to be the one that sets off his temper, either be ready to cower, or run very fast in the opposite direction. For the moment, he is not much into relationships but someday he’ll become interested again…

History: (sorry if there’s anything wrong with it) B’singr, Brisingr before Impressing, was born at Nabol Hold, his father was smith, Tathar, and his mother was Anen, a pretty little healer. Tathar and Anen had met when Tathar had come with the MasterSmith to Nabol, and it just sort of went from there. He had one little sister, born 4 Turns after he was, Eitha, who later left to the Harper Hall. For his first 6 Turns of life, Brisingr was a normal Hold boy, more or less. He was a little bit better built and many of the girl’s thought he was better looking. But Brisingr was young and didn’t really know what love was even, so how could he even care that girls looked at him with shining eyes? As he aged, he became a fighter, which was after winning his first fight when he was 8; he beat an older boy of close to 10 Turns. Well…Brisingr just sort of became a fighter from then on. Whenever the need be, he fought, growing in strength after and during every fight. He began to do exercises, running for long distances, and even shadow boxing. Fighting had practically become a hobby and when he reached 13, he was summoned by his father to the Smithcrafthall, to become an apprentice. He was one of the best apprentices; but still hadn’t given up on fighting. Oh no, it would take more than becoming an apprentice to end his fighting “career”. He was actually able to teach a few of the other apprentices a little bit about fighting, though didn’t teach them much, he didn’t want them to have ANY advantage over him should they ever fight against one another. Well, fighting broke out, naturally, boys will be boys. During his apprenticeship, Brisingr had his nose broken two or three times in fights and got burned and cut a lot, especially when he took up fighting with a knife. When engaging in a fight with another boy, he had a belt knife drawn on him, slicing open his cheek from temple to chin and leaving a very angry Brisingr. Brisingr had leapt up, tackled the other boy, grabbed the knife and held it to its owner’s throat, nicking the boy’s flesh. With a warning and a snarl, he left the other quivering on the ground. The MasterSmith did not really approve of Brisingr’s constant fighting, but rarely was major damage done and Brisingr was usually able to keep up with his work and studies. He fought then on with a knife on him, not always using it, but it was always there were it needed. When he became a Journeyman Smith, well, he celebrated by forging himself a lovely belt knife, one of the finest around. It was plain, but beautifully made. After only a Turn of being a Journeyman, he was 17 Turns when he had become a Journeyman; he met a beautiful Harper girl, Veira. It was more or less love at first sight and they became nearly inseparable, but they were both of two different crafts. The fact that his parents had still worked out drove Brisingr on to keep the relationship going. He made her a beautiful pendant of silver, shaped of a simple circle, inlaid with a beautiful garnet stone shaped like a heart. It was hung on a simple strand of thistle twine but Veira was so happy about it and it just drew them all the closer. But Brisingr still didn’t quit fighting and he went a little overboard when he caught another young man flirting with Veira, he was not happy. He was angry and, blinded by rage, killed the boy. He had been so upset afterwards he was ready to leave the Smith Hall, but he was not allowed to do so, he was too good a smith and highly praised for his intricate works. But he ended up leaving the Hall anyway when he was 20. He was Searched by the riders of Fort Weyr and almost begged them not to take him, but Veira finally gave him the extra push and off he went. Only two weeks after arriving at Fort, the clutch hatched and Brisingr stood upon the sands, leaving with a rather large blue at his side, his new dragon, Berserketh. He sent a message by fire lizard to Veira, telling her he had Impressed and missed her dearly. A cheery letter answered him that said she always had him in the pendant he had made for her and she couldn’t wait for the day that he could come visit on his dragon. For a Turn B’singr and Berserketh trained hard and both had the same fighting spirit, Berserketh often picking fights with not only blues, but also browns and he even fought a few bronzes and silvers, B’singr often joining in to fight the rider. Naturally, they were caught by the WeyrlingMaster and often assigned scrolls and extra chores. When Thread returned to Pern, it brought tragedy to B’singr’s happy life. Veira had been on a ground crew and had been struck by Thread, the spore striking her on her temple. B’singr made it to her before she died and she returned her pendant to him, saying this, “B’singr, don’t let my death hold you back. Find a new love; carry on with your life. When you find that special person, give her that pendant and shower her with the love that was once given to me…” Then she had faded away. From that day on, B’singr always wore the pendant, in sleep even. Berserketh didn’t quite understand, but knew His was saddened by Veira’s passing. Another Turn of training came and went, filled with more fighting, flying on Berserketh, firestone, which brought about several burns on B’singr, and then came graduation, between…Berserketh took off, B’singr touching the silver pendant quickly before sending his blue between. They graduated and became Dragonriders, soon following none other than M’rtagh in a wing. The two had trained together, but M’rtagh had quickly made Wingsecond, making B’singr jealous. Then came Threadfall, lots of Threadfall. Fall after Fall, B’singr flew upon Berserketh and seared more Thread than some of the bronzes and silvers. Coming in half-dead on Berserketh, B’singr still didn’t give in. He survived and fought Thread all the fiercer. Then it came that Fayneth was hatched and Sonsa Weyr was formed, B’singr volunteering to go there and being accepted. That was about a Turn ago and since then B’singr and Berserketh have changed little, still they get into fights and still they fly Thread fiercer than any other (except M’rtagh maybe) and B’singr still isn’t interested in relationships. Despite Veira’s words that he should find a new love, he just can’t seem to be able to do it…

Race: Dragonrider
Destination: Sonsa Weyr, may transfer to Southern later
Impress? Already has thank you

Dragon’s Name: Berserketh
Age: 6
Colour: Blue
Appearance: Berserketh is pale blue, not pastel, pale blue. He’s not pale enough to look white, but he’s pale enough to look like a ghost. He’s above average size, about the size of an average to small brown. The underside of his wings and the left side of his face are both white, for some reason, and he’s actually partially blind in his left eye, from a minor injury caused during hatching. He is scarred from fighting and fall, but what else can you expect. (You think Ampthrith was scored after the last Fall, you should see the scores on Berserketh) But he is not an entirely menacing sight, not all the time anyway. And once again, don’t let yourself be deceived…

Personality: Berserketh is almost exactly like His in personality. He is a fighter and thinks highly of himself, especially since he nearly beat up a bronze. He doesn’t mind loosing as much as B’singr does, but he is certainly a sore winner. Whenever he wins, he has to flaunt himself. He is also a show off and a bit of a flirt, often trying to win the favour of beryls and greens, sometimes even trying his hand at a queen, which is a foolish thing; he’s gotten hurt because of it. He’s got a temper that matches His quite well, though he can usually hold his down longer and doesn’t often have angry outbursts, though things can happen sometimes…

RP Sample:

Berserketh glided downwards, landing smartly in the Bowl and waiting patiently for a healer. That fall had been the worst he or B’singr had ever flown in. B’singr was badly scored, a leg really badly torn up and his arm scored up pretty bad, but those were the worst two, most of the rest were mere scratches to the bluerider. He unstrapped himself and slipped from his dragon’s back, landing on one foot so as to save the pain that already lanced up is leg. He leaned against Berserketh until not one, but two healers came hurrying over and ushered him to a stool. They forced him to sit and quickly took care of his leg, which was by far worse than his arm. B’singr knew he would walk again, when though? He didn’t know and at the moment that was what the healers were trying to figure out. B’singr snarled in pain as they applied numbweed to his torn leg, he could see the pulsing muscles faintly through the blood, the score was long and wide, caused by a clump that had struck his leg dead on. He didn’t kick or shout in pain, that meant weakness and it didn’t hurt that much anyway. After the numbweed had taken affect, the healers poured herbal water over it, placing a few herbs on it and poking it lightly to assess the extent of the damage. It was really bad, but he would walk again, and this is what B’singr was told. ’So I’ll walk again, when? When will I ride again? Fly again?’ The healers caught the slight anger in B’singr’s voice and backed off momentarily. ”It shall take several sevendays before you should be walking again. As for riding, two or three sevendays.” B’singr snarled, he wasn’t going to be staying in bed or sitting in a chair for nearly two months, no way!

{The healers know best Mine.} [Flame the healers! I don’t care! Whether they like it or not, I’m walking within the next sevendays!] {Mine! You could do yourself further damage!} [Fine, within the next TWO sevendays. But if I can fly, I can walk, so they can go to the Red Star for all I care.] {Mine, be nice.} B’singr rolled his eyes and snorted, but allowed the healers to bandage and cleanse his leg. Then they went to work on his arm, doing a similar mend, just not saying anything about healing time. It would maybe be two sevendays, but not overly long time. They had dealt with B’singr before and knew they’d have to put him on fellis for the first sevendays at least. After B’singr was taken care of, a pair of Dragonhealers looked after Berserketh, tending to the blue’s scores with great care and skill. B’singr snorted in laughter as Berserketh “yelped” in pain. [Suck up.] {I’m allowed.} [Right Almighty Berserketh.] {And don’t you forget that!} [Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn’t it Berserk?] {No, I just choose to ignore it.} [Very smart…] {You use too much of that sarcasm.} [I’m allowed!] They both had a good laugh at that and absentmindedly, B’singr had began to finger the pendant that hung at his neck. B’singr wondered what kind of care Veira would be giving him right now. He sighed and clutched the silver in his hand, a memory not only of his last love, but also of his old profession. But he also had his fine belt knife to remember that. What a life he had left behind, for a dragon and Weyr. Then again, he helped Pern more now than he had as a Smith, so perhaps it was better this way. But it wasn’t better that his beloved had been killed, the Red Star had done more damage there than most people realized. He began to reminisce, remembering the days he had spent fighting and just enjoying long walks and talks with Veira. He was broken from memory by the healer’s voice.

”Rider B’singr, we suggest you remain in bed for at least a sevendays. Too much walking and you’ll do you leg a lot of damage. We’ll come by daily to change your dressings and check to make sure you are following our orders. If we catch you out of bed, we’ll fill you with fellis faster than you can go between!” B’singr rolled his eyes and rose carefully, putting little weight on his injured leg. ’Fine, fine. I swear on my dragon’s egg that I’ll stay in bed.’ {Mine, you shouldn’t swear falsely on my egg, it’s not a good thing.} [Berserketh! You know I HATE staying in bed!] {Mine, just follow their orders, just this once?} [If it’ll make you happy Berserk, I’ll listen.] {Good boy.} [Cut that out!] Berserketh chuckled at watched His. ”Good, now your dragon will fly you to your weyr, I don’t want to see you walking there.” The healer’s eyes followed B’singr as he hopped to his dragon, swinging up onto the blue and then Berserketh took off, circling into the air and then soaring off to his weyr. The healers both knew they would probably end up filling him up with fellis, but for now it didn’t matter.

Berserketh landed on his ledge and walked into the weyr, no pain coming from his scores thanks to the magic of numbweed. After landing, B’singr unstrapped himself and slid down off of Berserketh, landing on one foot once more. {Now off to bed. You can leave my harness for a while.} [Fine Berserketh, fine.] B’singr hobbled over to his bed and sat down, pulling his boots painfully from his legs. He had to quit wearing tight boots, but that was the only kind he had, both for gathers and for everyday use, his boots were tight. He sighed and then fell onto his back, leaving the furs alone instead of pulling them up around him. He found himself clutching the silver pendant again, and shook his head. How he missed Veira. How did she expect him to just forget about her and start anew? They were together for quite a few Turns, he could not forget about her so easily. {Mine, it happened 5 Turns ago. Its time to move on now. Don’t you owe it to her to follow her advice, to go on living in the present instead of the past?} [I know you’re right, but I can’t forget about her Berserketh.] {You’re not supposed to. You’re supposed to cherish her memory and keep going on with life. Find a girl who can take her place, who can replace Veira’s pictures in your mind. You’ll never totally forget her, but she didn’t want the memory of her to bog you down.} [Berserketh, sometimes you make too much sense.] {Mine…} [I understand Berserk, and I’ll try, after I can start walking around only.] {That’s a good boy…} [I told you to cut that out!] Berserketh laughed and slowly the weyrpair faded off to sleep, neither dreaming, just sleeping, overwhelmed in a darkness that envied even between…