T'raen
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Name: T'raen
Age: 29
Dragon Color: bronze
Dragon Name: Serenth
Dragon Age: 15
Pets: Darnell, blue firelizard
Rank: Wingleader (Bronze)
Physical Description: With a strong square jaw, and his stone cut cheeks, T'raen carries the look of strength and the scars of a fighter. With that in mind its no wonder his ancestry can be traced back through the weyrs and before that, to their own place in combatant regimes. His body is built solidly, large muscles that could easily make all six foot 3 inches of him look very intimidating. There is something however, very caring in his dark brown eyes that are more often seen sparkling with laughter, than baring any anger or hostility. His spiky black hair, which carries the appearance of being slick, is playful in look, and though well kept has a way of getting nicely displaced throughout the course of the day. He prefers the wher-hide riding garb to any other style of clothing, but can still appreciate the merits of gather clothes and wears them frequently when the proper occasions arise. He looks best in blue and knows it, over a quarter of the tunics in his wardrobe are made for that purpose, the rest are a mix of greens, reds, purples, and blacks.
Emotional Description: T'raen is proud to most often be categorized by women as sensitive and caring, not to mention attractive. And the traffic in his weyr shows it. For though he is every bit the man they suspect he is, considerate and kind, teh bronzerider still enjoys the perks and will seldom turn down some companionship. On the same token though, he isn't one to take advantage of women or to lead them on when its clear things wont work out. He is very responsible, and for any others that depend on him. All seven of his children he loves deeply, but as life in the weyr demands, he rarely sees them and they are cared for by foster mothers and in two of the more rare incidents, their own mothers. He's had a few serious relationships, most ending upon the woman's request, as few can understand his promiscuity while still truly loving only them. Breakups hurt him, but T'raen isn't one to drown his miseries in a wineskin. Instead frustrations are usually taking out on a makeshift punching bag, or doing a few hundred push-ups.
He takes his job as wingleader seriously, and besides a few notable exceptions cares for and has a good relationship with his wingmates. He feels responsible for each of them and when he loses a rider takes it deeply to heart. He is tough on them during drills and when they practice formations, often working them long hours to keep them in shape, and hopefully, sharp enough to make it through threadfall whole. He is prompt with hidework, and usually has assignments drawn up two sevendays before they are needed.
History: T�raen was born in a northern weyr, aptly to a bronzerider and his Journeywoman weyrmate. Because his mother wasn't a dragonrider, she had time to care for her infant son and soon after, his two young brothers. However, Raeya died suddenly of what the healer's could only diagnose as a severe allergic reaction to a spice that'd been shipped in from one of the southern most holds. After that his father, T'ralin had no choice but to foster his young sons, but managed to keep in close contact with each of them over the years. At the age of ten he gifted his eldest son with a firelizard egg he hoped harbored a little brown. In the end however, it hatched what others had coined a mere blue, but it was loved no less by its boy Turaelin who affectionately named it Darnell. A few turns later he was searched at 13, a few months younger than most candidates, he still stood, but with his father watching on was passed up by each of the hatchlings. None even looking his way, it was a very embarrassing event for him and he was not easily consoled by his brothers, and father, but the very next time he impressed, teh first dragon hatched, the good luck bronze. After completing his weyrlinghood he was badly scored during his Senior Blooding and received a rather deep score on his left pectoral that, though it is now some 12 years old still looks relatively new and unhealed. It isn't an easy thing to look at and he feels as if he's doing everyone a favor by keeping it covered, some awkward moments can come of seeing such an ugly scar. His first child was born when he was only 18 turns, and he became wingsecond when he was 24. But having always been T'larin's prize son, and having always been looked as as id he were the great dragon rider his sire were he felt the honor wasn't truly his and stepped down. His father, though hurt by the gesture understood, and when it was announced, he quickly suggested his son leave for Shoreline Weyr, a place where he could be sure he was fit for the job and have pride in it. T'rean gratefully accepted and was made wingleader not much later.
Dragon�s Description: Serenth is a bit more impulsive than his rider and is easily angered over the subject of mates, food, and who's bigger. Though he would never actually hurt another dragon, the bronze is one of the few of Pern's great beasts that can actually take and keep a disliking for another. This however, lasts only as long as a dragon's memory allows. Two weeks, no more. He is very supportive of anything his rider does and is very single-minded when it comes to thread. It must die, I will kill it. He prefers golds to greens, but will still shamelessly flatter the latter and flies nearly as many greens as he chases. He is huge as far as second pass bronzes go, though as any bronze, could never actually be the size of a queen.
Pet�s Description: Darnell in a dark shade of blue very close to what the ancients coined 'navy'. He is very happy and chatters almost incessantly about anything and everything. He is seldom gone from the bronzerider's shoulder and only leaves on the bidding of Serenth who at times becomes very agitated with the creature. He enjoys the water immensely and gains back the bronze's favor by aiding in the scrubbing of his hide. He is very flirtatious with the greens and often brings them his favorite meal, fish, a large pactail if he can get them and he seems not to mind the smell at all ... though some of his female companions, and T'raen find it repulsive.
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