OOC Name: Charli
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Character's Name: Y’hjo (Yaihjo)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Y’hjo is rather, actually, feminine in appearance and, at first glance, he’s been mistaken for a girl many times. His features are carved beautifully with dark flesh stretched over it in a smooth, nearly flawless canvas. A few small scars mar this canvas over his forehead and his cheeks while his once aristocratic-looking nose has a slightly misshapen appearance from taking one-too-many hits. A pair of blue eyes shine from his darkly tanned face, a pale blue that looks almost silvery and purplish (see HERE). Long fingers on a deft hand often sweep back long strands of autumn locks, coloured like the leaves in fall (see HERE or HERE). Y’hjo’s not a sloppy dresser, by far, but he could easily improve upon his normal wears. Being in such warm climates he’s often seen in sleeveless shirts that show off his slim arms that are actually more muscular than they seem. His pants are generally white and quite loose on his lean figure while he wears simple ankle-high boots of black. However, Y’hjo often gets looking his best at a Gather or other such celebration. He pulls back his shoulder-length hair into a very tight ponytail (which looks rather painful to any passer-by) and decks himself out neatly in pristine white pants that fit him neatly, a white pristine, long-sleeved white shirt with a royal blue over tunic, and knee-high black boots that are polished to a mirror shine. Sometimes he’ll pull on a pair of simple cloth gloves, but that is very rare indeed and usually means he’s in a none-too-good mood (Why? Nobody knows). He stands at an even six feet tall and is quite leanly built, but strong nonetheless (though he doesn’t exactly prove it a lot).

Personality: Y’hjo enjoys a good laugh and has an amazing sense of humour. However, you mustn’t think that Y’hjo is a weakling or unable to defend himself, the fact is he would rather not fight. Generally he tries to keep any kind of conflict verbal, or keep it from happening altogether, but if he must throw a punch, he will. He’s easily befriended and once you’re a trusted friend, he’s very loyal to that friendship and would never shun a person for any reason. He’s quite amusing most of the time, with rather flirtatious ways much of the time, and a very amusing self. He can always make his friends laugh and often tries very hard to make them do so. He’s no prankster, but he’s done some pretty weird things to get a laugh out of people. Y’hjo isn’t scared to show his emotions and, if he does take a liking to somebody they know it very quickly. There’s no humming and hawing in this guy’s life, but it’s not like he’s very mature either. When Y’hjo isn’t having fun, or when he’s just bored, he tends to daydream a lot, falling into dazes that usually only Maluth can pull him from.

History: Y’hjo was born at Southern Hold in a small ‘community’ that raised runners and herdbeasts. Y’hjo (Yaihjo before Impression) lived a normal Hold boy life up until her turned 12. He worked runners, loved going out for rides on the beaches with his friends, but once he turned 12 Turns, his life took a drastic turn. Y’hjo discovered that he was a homosexual, having come to realize he was attracted to one of his friends. Always being one to express his feelings, Y’hjo quickly informed his friend about how he felt and wound up having bad names haunting his every step and no friends to help him. He was shunned, utterly and totally shunned, and not even his own father could accept that that was how Y’hjo was. Sure, a pretty girl would cause Y’hjo to look twice, but he’d always catch sight of a good-looking guy at first glance. It, more or less, ruined his life at the Hold. Y’hjo hated to fight, but he had no choice but to do so when other boys started coming around and beating him up just because he was different (that and they were scared he’d start turning love-sick looks on them).

Y’hjo was miserable, at least until he turned 14 and he met Maethor, a young boy who had come with his family to Southern Hold from Fort Hold. And much to Y’hjo’s delight, Maethor was homosexual as well. The two became the best of friends (much to his father’s disgust) and it was from Maethor that Y’hjo got his first kiss. It was just an innocent little thing, no more than a test to see what it was like, but it was still Y’hjo’s first kiss. If he had been older he would’ve liked to have become Maethor’s honest-to-Faranth boyfriend, but those kind of thoughts weren’t in his mind. He had to focus on not just his friendship, but keeping himself in good enough shape to fight off the other boys that still tormented him and he still had runners and herdbeasts to care for. And it took less than a Turn for Y’hjo and Maethor to drift apart until there wasn’t even a tiny bond of friendship.

Once more, Y’hjo was miserable. He had no friends and now had to fight off the homophobes on his own. Sure, it meant he built some nice muscle on his lean body, but it still meant that he was all-alone in the world (or so it would seem). Another two Turns passed with Y’hjo fighting to save his skin and one faithful day, the searchriders arrived. A clutch! A chance to become somebody and have a permanent friend! Much to his surprise (and that of his family) Y’hjo was searched and swept off to the Weyr to Impress two sevendays later. He loved his green, and she loved him, and he had a friend in her that didn’t care about whether he liked guys or girls. Despite being at the Weyr, though, there were still people who seemed utterly disgusted with that fact that he liked guys, though Y’hjo had to admit there were more gay guys at the Weyr than at the Hold (which he found strange for some reason). It was just after graduation, or more at the graduation party, that Y’hjo met M’dak, a bluerider who Y’hjo hadn’t noticed in lessons before. Y’hjo and M’dak seemed like a pretty good couple. One rather quiet and reserved while the other was boisterous and loud. They were a good match, and wondered around the Weyr a lot hand in hand, or with arms across shoulders or around waists. And when Maluth flew for the first time, it was M’dak’s Moruth that caught the green. Y’hjo was very happy and enjoyed several months of utter ecstasy with M’dak, which only lasted until Maluth’s second Flight. Moruth lost and this time a brown captured the green. It’s rider was H’ravan, a rugged and very rough-and-tumble rider. The guy, unfortunately for Y’hjo, wasn’t gay and ended up beating Y’hjo badly the morning after.

Y’hjo, despite having a dragon and everything, still wasn’t loving Weyr life. He had lost M’dak (who seemed to have lost interest after loosing Maluth’s second Flight), and had gotten beaten by his temporary second mate. Perhaps life with a “Flighty” green wasn’t going to be all that fun. Sixteen and already broken hearted, how horrible is that? Y’hjo felt like just giving up, figured he’d just let any dragon catch Maluth, share the bed until the following day (or whatever) and then go back to moping around and only putting 50% effort into what he does. But Maluth had something to say about it and, as though she could control when she Flew, she Flew, captured by a blue named Ohtarth and his rider, G’rav. It was G’rav who made Y’hjo start to see that life wasn’t all-bad, because he seemed to actually like (later to be found as love) Y’hjo. This happened when Y’hjo was 17 and he found himself attracted strongly to the taller young man. G’rav was 19, stood at about 6’3”, had bronze-coloured hair, shining sea green eyes, and a heart of gold. Y’hjo couldn’t help but fall head-over-heels for the young man.

G’rav and Y’hjo became nearly inseparable, G’rav even transferring to Y’hjo’s wing so that they could watch out for each other during ‘Fall. They’d wonder around the Weyr seeming to be joined at the hip and, if anybody even glared at Y’hjo, G’rav was ready to kill them (meaning Y’hjo wouldn’t have to fight too much anymore). They remained mates for nearly two Turns (which is a very long time for green-blue matings) only to have it end when G’rav lost one of Maluth’s Flights. They still spent a lot of time together, and they still loved each other, but they both found themselves with new mates who were very possessive (and might I add that Y’hjo loathed his new mate). Y’hjo’s new mate was actually an older bluerider in his late twenties who seemed to think Y’hjo was no more than a toy. Y’hjo would tell (and show) G’rav all about the beatings he received for fighting the man off whenever they met in the dining hall or bowl, but G’rav knew he couldn’t help, and it broke Y’hjo’s heart.

So it was with a heavy heart that Y’hjo would return to his weyr every night, be assaulted with brutal words and beatings before he would fall unconscious –asleep- for the night to wake up in the morning and start the whole process over again. Y’hjo thought it a blessing when Maluth rose again (and he had to admit that greens Flew A LOT!). It must’ve been fate, because G’rav came back to Y’hjo in that Flight and they were weyrmates again. Y’hjo would spring around the Weyr and G’rav would try desperately to grab his arm, or clothes, or hair or ANYTHING to make him slow down, but no matter what, G’rav still loved Y’hjo. And that made it all the more painful the day that Thread claimed another victim…G’rav. Y’hjo was at G’rav’s side when the bluerider died and his own angry, heart-broken cry mingled with the mourning keen of Ohtarth as the blue went between for good and then with that of the other dragons as they mourned the loss of one of their kind. It was on that day that Y’hjo vowed he’d never fall in love again. But he had never met N’armo when he made that pact.

N’armo transferred to Southern Weyr from High Reaches Weyr after having a few…disagreements…with the Weyrleaders (and Weyrsecond, and Wingleaders, and…you finish it). N’armo was…breathtaking, for members of both sexes (and both sexual preferences, Y’hjo was sure). Y’hjo couldn’t say he was in love, but he could say that he was VERY attracted to the strapping brownrider. N’armo appeared a Turn after G’rav’s death, when Y’hjo was a little over 20 Turns of age. Though still grieving over the loss of his beloved G’rav, with some pushing from his dragon, Y’hjo made an attempt to carry on with life as it was. Though wary of brownriders, Y’hjo approached N’armo one day.

“Excuse me?” Y’hjo was sounding very hesitant and was shaking with nervousness. When the brownrider looked at him, he took a miniscule step back. The brownrider said nothing, nodding his head for Y’hjo to continue. “Ah…hi! I’m…Y’hjo and Mine is the green, Maluth. I…uh…” “I’m N’armo. Mine is brown, Maeth. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” N’armo’s voice was rather emotionless, his face carved solidly in a blank expression of stone. Y’hjo had just stared for a moment before finding his tongue. “Ah…yes…pleasure to meet you…” Y’hjo smiled and started to fidget. “I was just sorta wondering…” Here was where Y’hjo is actually “straight”, to the point that is. “…do you like guys?” He spoke it so softly, head bowed and a rather bright blush across his darkly tanned cheeks. He probably sounded and looked a lot like a little child. N’armo, though taken by surprise, answered quietly and calmly. “Yes.” He had then turned back to sipping his klah, obviously dismissing Y’hjo. But, Y’hjo told himself, it was progress! He had a chance at the very handsome brownrider who had caught the eyes of many (Weyrwoman included)! And so, with a new bounce in his step, he was off. As luck would have it for Y’hjo (despite the fact it seemed to turn on him a lot) Maluth Flew about a month later (after Y’hjo spending days dreaming of N’armo instead of crying of G’rav, much to Maluth’s relief) and, much to Y’hjo’s joy, Maeth captured Maluth and Y’hjo was ecstatic to wake up in N’armo’s arms. It turned out, N’armo was far more compassionate than he seems and he and Y’hjo got along wonderfully. N’armo was rather quiet, much like M’dak, but he smiled a lot less and never showed any emotion in public, even when he was giving Y’hjo a peck on the cheek his face was stone.

N’armo and Y’hjo loved each other, it was very clear, but the love just wasn’t strong enough to keep them together and the two separated. Sure, Y‘hjo has had mates since then (even N’armo has been his mate after a couple of Flights) but he’s more or less not given his heart to anybody since. Sure, N’armo and he are still friends, and he’s still friends with M’dak and has made many new friends over the Turns, but he’s not giving his heart out and prefers to just have some fun, make his friends laugh, and enjoy life until another man comes around to steal his poor, tattered heart…

Location: Southern Weyr
Rank/Occupation: Dragonrider/Wingrider
Impress? Already has

Dragon’s Name: Maluth
Appearance: Maluth is a very pale green in colour, and yet she’s very vibrant looking as well (see HERE). Her hide is kept gleaming with health by Hers, who is more dedicated to his dragon than anything else (including his flirting and joking). She’s about average sized for a green, perhaps a foot or two above average, and she’s sprinkled with soft hues of a very pale yellow that barely shows up against her hide. There’s a slash of a deep magenta colour across her left wing.

Personality: Maluth is just as flirtatious as Hers, but what are you really to expect of a green? Despite her flirtatious attitude, she’s a little more mature than Hers and actually gets annoyed by his ways sometimes (albeit rarely). She enjoys any attention she receives, from Hers or other people and dragons. Generally she tries to focus her attention on browns and blues (making sure that she receives it in return of course).

Sample RP Post (This is mandatory!)

'N'armo!' Y'hjo bounced up and down in front of the brownrider's door, his voice raised to ensure that he was heard. 'N'armoN'armoN'armo!!' Y'hjo continued his shouting, his autumn orange hair bouncing along with him. When the door opened, he leapt onto the taller brownrider, laughing as he did so. 'N'armo!' He had scurried onto the young man's shoulders, a grin spreading his features from ear to ear. However, he soon found himself thrown forward with a hand clutching the back of his sleeveless dark blue shirt to prevent him from falling on his face. He was actually held off the ground, completely, by that strong hand.

"I've told you before, don't jump on me." Y'hjo nodded rapidly as the stolid N'armo spoke in a soft utterance to him, noting the touch of anger but also the touch of amusement. 'Right! Sorry N'armo! Will you let me down now...?' Y'hjo found himself set neatly on his feet and turned to grin wildly at N'armo. 'Well? What are we waiting for?! The gang's waiting for us!' Y'hjo went bounding down the corridors, N'armo following at a sedate and steady pace, pretending that he didn't even know the dimglow that was bouncing on ahead of him, chanting his name (despite the fact that the entire Weyr knew he had been Y'hjo's mate for a period of time). Y'hjo knew that N'armo was a fairdistance behind him, so continued to bound on ahead and soon reached the dining hall. He stopped bouncing and instead ran over to the table, collapsing against the back of another young man with thick brown hair.

'I'm baa-AA-ck!' Y'hjo smirked and turned his head to look at the face of the rider he had collapsed against. 'Waking up N'armo's tiring! He sleeps like a broody Queen!' Both Y'hjo and the brown-haired rider smirked. "It's okay Y'hjo, we've all had to wake him up at least once in our lives." 'You're right T'eni!' Y'hjo smirked and moved to sit beside T'eni, cringing as he got smacked in the back of the head by N'armo.

"I do not sleep like a broody Queen." Y'hjo just smirked and waggled a finger at N'armo, his blue eyes laughing brightly. 'Says you! I bet Maeth would agree with me!' "Ask him." Y'hjo just quirked a smooth eyebrow, eyes still laughing. 'And how, might I ask, would I go about doing that?' "You have a dragon, use her..." Y'hjo snorted at his friend and turned mentally to his dragon.

[Maluuuuuuth!]
{What?}
[Can you ask Maeth if N'armo sleeps like a broody Queen?!]
{Anything for you dear.} Y'hjo had to wait a moment before he got his answer. {Maeth says His does not sleep like a broody Queen but rather like a log.}
[Tehe! Thanks Mal!] 'Maeth says you don't sleep like a broody Queen...' "I told you so..." 'He says you sleep like a log.' The look of disbelief, outrage, and betrayal on N'armo's face was priceless. For a moment, Y'hjo was able to contain his laughter before he burst, his loud, raucous laughter rolling around the dining hall without a care. N'armo was giving him a questioning look while most of the others sitting at the table were snickering behind their hands. Y'hjo quieted himself and turned his laughing, mirth-filled eyes to the indignant brownrider. 'The look on your face N'armo...! It was priceless!' N'armo just snorted and truned back to his breakfast, narrowed eyes focused on his food and drink. Y'hjo turned sober and looked around the table with wide eyes.

'Did I do something wrong?' This was followed by more laughter , which Y'hjo heartily joined in on. It ended a moment later and Y'hjo drank deeply from his klah, looking around the table at his gathering of friends. They were all guys, and the majority were riders, but there was a few that were Harpers, Healers, Smiths, and/or Traders. "You know how N'armo is Y'hjo, he takes offence of anything and everything." 'That's very true Taorez.' Y'hjo nodded at the young Trader, grinning. 'And to think I put up with him for so long!' Y'hjo threw his hands in the air in mock exasperation, a few chuckles and a snort his reply.

"If you don't recall, Y'hjo, you wanted to 'put up with me'." Y'hjo looked at N'armo, who hadn't looked up as he had spoken. Y'hjo smirked and got up from his seat, moving around the table to lean over N'armo's bowed shoulder. 'I do recall, and I put up with you 'cause you were such a fun little challenge...not to mention just plain fun...' Y'hjo smirked as the meaning in that word was picked up by a few of his friends, noticing that a soft blush actually sprinkled itself over N'armo's face. 'Of course, you have a new mate now...' Y'hjo looked down the table at a fellow greenrider, grinning as the young man blushed upon meeting his gaze. 'So all I can do is stay with my memories, and what good memories they are.' Y'hj