Weyrleader's Second T'sian

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Name: T'sian
Age: 36
Rank: Weyrleader's Second
Birthplace: High Reaches Weyr
Residence: Makala Weyr

Hair: Short brown hair, filled with heavy lights of dark blonde. Curly and thick, T'sian is very neat with his hair, not letting it go beyond it's current length.
Eyes: Dark, captivating eyes of near ebony black color. They can be his own downfall, or the downfall of another, depending on how long one stares into them.
Build: Standing at a height of 6'2, T'sian is a shoe in for the picture of male dragonrider perfection. His shoulders are strong and broad, his physique contains not one ounce of fat from his Turns of riding, and he has a rock hard, washboard stomach.
Complexion: Lightly tanned skin, fairly smooth.
Identifying Marks/Style/Other: A scar nearing his lower back from Threadfall Turns ago, still gives him problems from time to time and he can often be seen rubbing that part of his back during the day. Has some stress marks in the corners of his eyes and on his forhead.

Family:
Father G'lanin, rider of brown Jerbenth (High Reaches Weyr)
Mother Satina, rider of green Kashaketh (High Reaches Weyr)
Brother S'gan, rider of bronze Opeth (High Reaches Weyr)
Half-sister Firyal, rider of green Itakath (High Reaches Weyr)

Personality: A vigarious and rather charismatic man, T'sian is often spontanious in the way that he acts. He's tough, refusing to report to the infermary when injured or sick simply because he has "more important" things to do. T'sian does like getting his work done, something that's stayed with him since Weyrlingtraining.
Likes things being neat and will not hesitate to pick up a broom and sweep, or a rag and dust. Tends to take his duty over pleasure, however, if T'sian finds he can have both at once, he's all for it. Can be quiet stubborn when he wishes and has a mean streak that, though not seen often,can be the end of him for days.

History: Like most children born to dragonriding parents, when T'sian was born, it was not long after that his mother made the decision to foster him off. His father had been one of his mother's favorite "friends", so no one was really surprised when Satina gave birth to a child, a child that looked like G'lanin. The two would see each other frequently after Satina was giving the ok to roam again by the Weyrhealer. Not even a full Turn after their first son's birth, Satinka gave birth to their second, a child she called Saigan. It was around Saigan's birth that another woman had another child borne after a night with Jerbenth's rider. And Firyal came into the world.
Throughout his life in the Lower Caverns, Taesian had a rough time finding a place for himself. He was a rather quiet child, with little to say and had a tendancy to cause trouble. That is until the Weyrharper took him under his wing. Under orders from the Headwoman. The boy rebeled at first, but when the harper forced him to sit and stuck a guitar in his hands, telling him he wasn't going to move until he knew the first five of the basic courds, Taesian listened. He had wanted discipline like that, being forced to sit and not move. And this person had just done that. Later that sevenday, Taesian at age 10, became the harper's Apprentice.
Growing into his new station in life, Taesian quickly learned the guitar, the lyre and his favorite because it sounded like dragons humming, the lute. He walked the tables at the age of 16 and that same day, the boy was Searched. He wasn't sure if he should accept it or not, after all, he could tell his Master was dissapointed that it had happened. But he later decided when the harper told him, "If you wan't to go, go then. But if you wan't to and you don't because of me, you'll never trust yourself again." And so with those words, Taesian accepted.
Candidacy came easy for him. Perhaps it has simply because he had the blood of dragonriders in him. He was surprised when he saw his brother in the same class, he had not seen him since their mother had sent the boy off to the Hold. The two then made a pact with each other, and they have been the best of friends since, seemingly connected at the hip -- everything one brother did, the other had to do. And then came hatching day...
There were three bronzes in the clutch, S'gan Impressed Opeth and T'sian, Ziath. They passed training with flying colors and a few scrapes and bruises, and were pleased when they were posted to the wings they so admired. However, the happiness they would so cherise would desolve into nothing Turns later.
At the age of 29, T'sian urged his Ziath to chase Milarith, the queen of the Weyrwoman Third. The flight was long and maginficent, and more than onceZiath almost succeded. In the end, he failed to fly her and another bronze went on to catch her. S'gan's bronze. Stumbling into the Lower Caverns to find himself some wine or a woman, whatever crossed him first, someone
blocked his way, a woman someone. She took him to her Weyr and when T'sian woke up the next day, he woke up next to the Weyrwoman.
The Weyrleader walked in and with a furious step, walked over to a stumbling T'sian and punched him, knocking him out. Ziath's rider woke up in the Infermary, the Weyrwoman standing over him. "You had better leave. He thinks you raped me. And I told him you did." T'sian couldn't believe it, nor could he understand what had happened. Instead of arguing, knowing that it would only cause him more trouble, T'sian packed his things, said his
good-byes to S'gan, his sister and the Weyrharper, and left for Makala Weyr, transfer papers in hand.

Dragon Information

Name: Ziath
Hatchdate: 1025.08.21
Parents: Berikath/Nellith
Color: Bronze
Size: Average
Description: A sturdy bronze, with good proportions and fantastic muscle structure. Rock hard in appearance and well formed over all. He's a sparkling bronze, the color of burnished rust covering him. He's hide is not as perfect as his color of physique however, he has a large patch scar from Threadscore on the left portion of his hindquarters.
Personality: Quite the versitile bronze in manerisims and ways, Ziath can go from being calm and laid back to wild and crazy in the blink of an eye. His senses tend to heighten when a mating flight is about to occur, and likes to brag that this can give him an advantage because he can be ready ahead of time. Has a commandful voice when he wishes, which easily brings attention to himself. Nothing much escapes his attention, but there have been incidents in the past where he lets something slip.

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