[ V'ris ]
Name: V'ris
Nickname(s): Ris, V
Sexuality: heterosexual
Age: 28
Gender: male
Rank: bronzerider
Pet(s): gold Trea
Appearance: Like rider, like dragon. V’ris is ultimately a tall man, standing at a square six feet and two inches; however, unlike Reyth, he is more on the lean side instead of bulky. Turns of dragonriding have left him with the appropriate muscles and a deep-rooted tan that does not wan even in winter months. Long arms and legs make him agile, flexible, and fast in athletic feats - this without adding his love of anything outdoors and sports-y. His hair, though often disheveled and finger-combed, is long enough to touch his ears. He wears it down or slicked back, and doesn’t seem bothered when it gets oily or dirty, since he still goes out in public with it anyway. Having a square jaw and chiseled features help add masculinity to his face, which helps a lot since his eyes are a deep, startling blue and heavily lashed.
Personality: V’ris has always been stoic, but the turns since Impressed have only made his situation worse. He is quite cynical when he does speak and can come off as brash, rude, or crude. It is beyond him now to comprehend that his words might offend people more than on the surface; he hasn’t time to be thinking about others’ feelings, he reminds himself and so does Reyth.
Nevertheless, he was brought up as a gentleman and some of those qualities remain, if loosely, in place. Higher ranks than him are given proper respect, ladies (of that title, not women in general) should be treated like delicate flowers, and respect is due where respect is given.
But, he is a hard worker and is trying hard to help do his part, to make his wing the best is can be. Besides this, he doesn’t have any justifiable trade skills that they can use, just a wealth of knowledge and an uncharacteristic ability to hunt (he puts it down to hunting trips as a lad with his grandfather).
History: Born to a well-to-do family nearby Bitra Hold, Vearis never knew poverty or strife. He grew up with plenty of entertainment, clothes, food, and friends, not to mention family. Both older and younger than him, he had a total of nine sisters in all, who constantly doted on him. His family was related by blood to the Bitrans and as such, had holdings of their own and were on good terms with the Lord and his family. So it was that his life was one of social functions, fittings, and his family attempting to find him a suitable wife. And for the most part he listens to the dictations of his family.
But he surprised them all when one hot summer he left without a word. Where was he? Was he alright? It took them two months to find out a searchrider had collected him, since he was of age (sixteen) to give his own permission and go, for a clutch at Telgar Weyr. He stood and Impressed, leaving the sands as V’ris with (A Touch of Smoke and Spice) Bronze Reyth. After that, he grew apart from his parents, but his sisters were delighted by his new status and had him come visit them often.
It’s been twelve years since he Impressed, and Reyth is always bugging him to improve himself. They’re not yet Weyrleader, Wingleader, or even Wingsecond, as his bronze would have it, but V’ris is content in his life.
Dragon Name: Reyth
Age: 12
Color: bronze
Based on: (Personality & Name) New Orleans and 1800's-style southern gentlemen; (Appearance) sugar cane and by products of rum & molasses
Dragon Appearance: Reyth’s hide is a rich shade of bronze, shining with the luster of good health and even better breeding. He is on the large side and bulky with hard muscle – lithe doesn’t even come close to his immense physique – that ripples beneath his shiny skin. His wings are proud banners of mixed color: red copper, spiced rum, and flecks of pale froth. Color like molasses spills down his spine, coating his top half and leaving his underbelly blessedly bare and pale, akin to wheat. Striated lines stroke his snout, thin strips of copper that slice through the otherwise uniform bronze. And oddly enough, his eyes are wide-set, giving him the appearance of a deep-thinker.
Dragon Personality: Born to be a leader.
__________________Hatched under a setting sun.
Reyth is a complex character all on his own. He is, to the overall public, a warm and welcoming figure, a southern gentleman. Where there is a problem, he will be there to assist. Where there needs be a leading figure, he will rise to the forefront. But he never does anything without thinking about it first and taking his time to deliberate. Some might take this for slowness on his part or a lack of intelligence, yet he knows his own prowess as well as he knows his rider. Bragging is not something that this bronze will indulge in – that is just rude, ya hear?
While courteous and fun-loving on a relative scale, he knows when work needs to be done and he is never one to slack off. He will even remind others of their duties, by gently nudging or intruding with a slowly drawled, Pay attention, y’all. And more times than one can count, he believes he is correct in his opinions; debating is a common pastime of his. Anyone who disagrees with him will need to be put down, though quietly and without a ruckus, and their thoughts altered on the subject if he can swing it. Did I mention he is a pretty persuasive guy? Along with intimidating and calculating, whenever the urge strikes him.
Females have much to adore and hate about Reyth. He can be the perfect gentleman: courteous, flattering, sweet, funny, romantic, and he even bears gifts. But if he is in a mood or he has a change of heart, watch out. All flaws and faults will be open season to him. Why, darlin’, ya sure are looking on the plump side this summer. Queens have it the worst, since they are the mothers of the future generations and in Reyth’s mind, they should be paragons of perfection. Should any occasion arise where he can point out bad habits or imperfections, he will do so without remorse; this is the future of Pern we’re talking about.
Only his rider knows about his more cut-throat tendencies – his moods, his simmering anger, and his desire to be the best of the best. He shares his deepest and darkest thoughts with V’ris and only V’ris. What if, during the next flight, I accidentally ripped Toath’s wingsails? He’s not good enough to lead the Weyr anyway.
