Name: T'rye
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Seven Turns
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrharper (bronzerider)
Appearance: T'rye's hair is slightly wavy, and changes length from time to time - sometimes he lets it grow out long and leaves it, sometimes he cuts it short when the fancy suits him. It is dark brown, but has a few lighter highlights from the sun. His eyes are a dark mahogany brown. His nose is straight and evenly formed. His upper lip is thin compared to the lower and there are creases around his mouth from frequent frowning.
At times he has a brooding look to him, with some of his expressions. His slightly heavy brow (as it appears to be when he frowns) doesn't really help matters. His jaw is square, and all in all, his features are somewhat good looking, though he's certainly not the most attractive of the bronzeriders.
Standing at nearly six feet tall, T'rye is somewhat of an imposing figure, though he rarely means to be so. His build is compact, and he has the suitably muscled figure of the typical dragonrider. He has a threadscore on the back of his neck which is laced over the top of his right arm from when he wasn't quick enough to duck during Threadfall once. There is another prominent - and rather ugly - score on his left leg, but it is rarely visible.
His hands are rough and callused, both from turns as a dragonrider, and from playing instruments such as his gitar. There are a few random scars on his arms and hands, some of which not even he knows how they got there. His skin is tanned from the sun, but he still burns if he spends too much time outside during the height of the sun in the afternoon sometimes.
Personality: When first met, T'rye seems somewhat laid-back and easygoing. But most of the time, he is far from that. He takes things seriously, and while he speaks freely and is talkative, he's also thoughtful at times.
When he's teaching, he is strict and commanding. He does not put up with nonsense, and will not take any lip from his students. His firm grip on those he teaches is notorious in the Lower Caverns because his students will complain at times about not getting their way about something or other. He is strict with them for a reason, though - T'rye genuinely cares about his students and wants them to learn all that he has to teach them, if only because it is useful, and could one day come in handy, or save their lives, even.
T'rye is not really a leader in particular, though he has a few leadership qualities. He's not always very vocal in his wing, but only because he feels that sometimes, it's better that he allows the others to say what they need or want to say and allow his wingleader a little peace unless it's a crucial point. He doesn't like to take command of a wing like he can with the children he teaches, but that doesn't stop him when he needs to do so during Threadfall if the casualties are high and the wings need to be switched around.
It's only when he's with the people he really knows that T'rye will really relax. He likes to spend time with his friends, and even when he isn't doing so and he's not doing something important that involves his attention and people are distracting him, he's as free with his smiles as he is with his frowns. He does frown when he's thinking about things, but it's always easy to tell if he's annoyed (and he is easy to annoy) about something, or if he is really just lost in thought.
History: Born in Tillek, T'rye (then Tavenrye [Tav-N-reye]) was the second son of a masterfisherman. It seemed like he was destined to join his father and older brother at sea from a young age - he did not get seasick easily on small boats, and, unlike his mother, was not afraid of fish. It wasn't until he was seven that anything with regard to his future changed. It was during the teaching that the hold harper was doing while a drum was being passed around. At seven, T'rye was moderately talented with a drum, even with little teaching. His treble wasn't remarkably good, but the instrumental gifts he had were enough that even at that age, he had the potential to be a harper and do well in that profession.
It was on the advise of the hold's harper, Garendle, that he was taught more and that he was eventually sent to the Harper Hall when he was of age to become an apprentice there. He made friends easily, and pushed through his classes moderately well. He wasn't the most talented harper in his classes, but his persistence earned him a reputation for being among the best. His studies went well, and he really was a good student, and a very good teacher when it came to some of the younger students. Most of his time at Harper Hall was uneventful, though there were a few incidents where a prank or two (or six) that he and his friends pulled got them into trouble.
At eighteen, he walked the tables to become a journeyman harper, and was immediately assigned to Telgar's main hold under the masterharper who had been living there for over a decade, Kalten. Also serving there was a young journeyman who was only a few turns older than him, Jarrel. The two of them were fast friends and not only got along very well, but worked well together - while T'rye's main focus was the instruments and teaching, Jarrel was a composer and a singer. T'rye was there for just over a turn before he, Jarrel, and their master were invited to the Hatching that was to take place at the Weyr.
The day of the Hatching was nothing but ordinary for T'rye or the other harpers. They all dressed in their finest and were picked up adragonback to be taken to the Weyr with Telgar's Lord Holder and his lady. It wasn't until the actual Hatching that things changed. By the time most of the weyrlings had made their Impressions and there were only a handful of candidates still out on the Hatching Grounds, there was but one dragonette left. It seemed that the hatchling at marked none of the remaining candidates suitable for his lifemate as he stumbled across the sands toward the tiers where the audience sat. It seemed to T'rye that the little bronze dragon might have just gotten confused, but when Kivoreth climbed into the stands and began to mewl, for lack of a better word, piteously while searching the alarmed crowd for someone, he felt a pull that he couldn't resist. At that point, the Impression was made, and T'rye's world was turned upside down.
It wasn't until two turns later when the weyr's harper passed on that T'rye picked up an instrument again. He hadn't had time between caring for Kivoreth, learning to be a dragonrider, and everything else that had been going on to play at all. It took him several weeks before he could return to his former mastery of the gitar and even longer for the rest of the instruments he had once played, other than the drum. At the time, it had only been intended that he step in as Weyrharper for a time, but since he was harper-trained, and a recognized journeyman harper by all accounts, he was asked to continue in that capacity by both the Masterharper, and the Weyrleaders until a time when he could no longer do so, or he transferred to another Weyr.
Pet(s): None
Dragon: Kivoreth
Age: Eight Turns
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Kivoreth is a deep, dark bronze, the color of an old penny with shine left in it. For the most part, he is the same color throughout, though he underbelly is just slightly lighter then the rest of him, closer to the new copper color some of his hatchmates are.
He is somewhat gracefully proportioned, and is the size of a large brown compared to a small bronze. While quick and agile, he bears threadscores from instances where he and T'rye have not been quite fast enough to get out of the way of falling Thread.
Personality: He has an odd sense of humor, but once you get past that, Kivoreth isn't that much different from his rider. He enjoys conversing with people, and is more open than T'rye is at times. Kivoreth has always been a good comforter, and a good listener, but he's not a dragon you want to anger. His temper is hidden and kept under check, but he, just like T'rye, is rather easy to annoy.
He's good-natured for the most part, and cares about the folk of the Weyr, and about his home, but he isn't afraid to argue when he wants to or needs to. One of his favorite things to do, though, is to be incredibly cryptic and another is to tease his rider about the oddest things.
