Post by Tarra on Mar 9, 2011 3:59:17 GMT -5
Name: T'rey
Age: 15 years (January 1242)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual (tending towards bisexual)
Rank: Bluerider
Wing: High Guard Half-Wing, Vanguard Wing
Appearance:
(Play-by: Freddie Highmore )
At first glance it is clear that T'rey is a late bloomer. Though in the midst of his growth spurt and clearly beginning to lank out in both face and frame, his face still stubbornly clings to its boyish roundness, creating an initial impression of innocence. The effect is accentuated by his blue eyes and mild brown hair, worn short for convenience. He tends to look a little out of sorts at the moment, with his body lengthening out into a light but muscular frame; and amongst the other boys his age he stands out for his height, a bare 5'2. But with the growth spurt having finally begun, it is clear he will be making a decent height by the end of his teens.
Boyish though his facial features might be however, there is little that is boyish about his body or the way he carries himself. Weyr-born and Weyrbred, Trellorey is no stranger to hard menial work, and his callused hands bear testament to it. His skin carries a medium tan from the hard, open-air life he lives. A simple soul, T'rey prefers working tunics, trousers and pullovers for his daily wear, and tends to be possessive about his things. He could wear the same set of boots for years, until they finally give out and are given a forlorn farewell at the midden heap. The same goes for the few sets of Gather or special Event clothes he has.
Personality:
Quote: "They took T'ern and Deomath - that I'll never forgive. I don't care much for all this wrangling and splitting of minds - but we must take our own place, by ourselves, and try to make the best of it."
T'rey is, for the most part, what people would call a nice guy - gentle, kind and willing to help whenever asked. A pleasant figure to be around, he does tend to be a little on the quiet side with other people, particularly strangers. So much so, in fact, that he could be called nondescript at times and plain scary in his brooding quietness at other instances. Having grown up between two brothers at loggerheads, he has a tendency for being the silent one, particularly when he senses a conversation has wandered into a topic that is sensitive or likely to cause a blow-up. He turns blank in such instances, almost as if he had heard nothing or didn't notice that something were brewing. He tends to come across as cold or uncaring in such instances - but in reality, it is a learnt strategy from lived with his brothers' unhappiness with each other. Though he might actually care very much about what is happening during an intense discussion, his expression could be plain deadpan to the point it is unnerving.
And that trait has become accentuated since older half-brother T'ern's death: ever the quiet one, T'rey's capacity for discreet observation has expanded since the coalition's move to South Run Weyr, and has reached frightening proportions. There is little - if anything - in his surroundings that escapes his notice, and what he does not see Fenrith usually picks up. And it all goes to meeting his own ends: T'rey may appear simple in his needs and easy in his wants, but there is no doubting that he does tend to get what he wants - somehow. Somehow things just fall into his hands, or choice rotations into his lap. T'rey is sharp, fast and very intelligent beneath his nice guy image, and his ways of getting things usually involve a clear knowledge of others' behaviour or personalities, a well-placed word or a request at the right moment. Skills gleaned, very likely, from T'ern.
But where his manipulative tendencies had once been mere youthful enthusiasm and the natural adventurousness of boyhood, necessity has created a shrewd and resilient lad capable of taking care of himself and his own in nearly every situation. Circumstances have shaped the child into a young man, matured early, one who more than not is beginning to take after the rogue and spy his brother T'ern once was.
Yet T'rey remains at heart a genuine, eager to please and hard-working person, with little inclination for social deviance unless need and chance call for it. When faced with disappointment or danger he tends to swallow his fears and anxieties, keep a strong outlook on everything, and keep moving - even if his heart feels like it is going to break any minute. All in all, T'rey is still an odd mix of characteristics even as his body is a gangly mess with the onset of puberty - combining a maturity surprising for his age with the gentle boyishness and enthusiasm usually seen in a younger child.
Family:
(Father) T'rem of blue Disth - deceased at 63 years in February 1256
(Mother) Jellorey of green Gammarith, 33 years
(Half-brother) T'rel of brown Juminth, 34 years, Wingsecond at High Reaches Weyr
(Half-brother) T'ern of green Deomath, - deceased at 31 years in December 1256
(Distant cousins) Raca, Tanta - both 12 years, candidates at Hidden Weyr
Background:
The progeny of a greenflight at Ista Weyr, Trellorey has spent most of his life as the subject of a tug-of-war between his two older half-brothers. His parents, T'rem of blue Disth and Jellorey of green Gammarith, couldn't have cared less what came of the son born from their flightlust. T'rem was a thrill-seeking and fast-living man who had sired any number of children in his very much licentious existence. And Jellorey, for her part, was too interested in the profit she could make off transporting goods and sucking up to Holders' sons to take note of her child beyond the fact she'd had one. Which left it to Trellorey's half-brothers T'rel and T'ern, Wingsecond and rogue respectively, to watch the boy whenever the workers of the Creche had no time for him.
But life was not all that bad for a boy growing up with two doting brothers, even if the tensions between them were sometimes so thick you could cut it with a knife. The family roots ran deeply towards High Reaches, with T'rel and T'ern and their shared father T'rem all having moved to Ista when the dysfunctional Weyr closed. Though both T'rel and T'ern had once been involved in certain...covert activities with the pirates off Ista's shores, T'rel had eventually yielded to the influence of his steady brown Juminth and given it all up. He was soon a Wingsecond of Ista, working his way up the ranks. While T'ern, ever the bad boy and to some extent a thrill-seeker as their father had been, remained infamous to those few (very few) who really knew what underhand deals the greenrider was about.
Not surprisingly, T'rel's change of heart brought on a growing distance between the half-brothers, one that in time became a battle of wills over their youngest half-sibling. Trellorey, quite simply, got out of the worst of it by being too young or naive to notice anything. And when he did get old enough to notice a little more, he chose to simply ignore it; which wasn't hard as the two men usually did their utmost best to keep it out of their youngest sibling's sight, preferring to let the argument stay between them. The boy worked steadily at his chores as T'rel instructed him to, listened intently to the wild tales of adventure T'ern often regaled him with, and spent his nights dreaming of adventures with his own dragon when he had grown big enough to attend a hatching.
Because if there was one thing Trellorey wanted more than anything else it was to follow in the footsteps of his brothers. Dragons and dragonriders might have been despised across most of Pern, but to a small boy who had been largely sheltered from these things by his siblings, the politics and issues of grown-ups were as distant and unimportant as the fracture that grew and grew between his brothers. It was an afterthought, a nagging feeling that wouldn't go away - so Trellorey shelved it all in a corner of his mind, and tried to live his life as cheerfully as he could beneath the shadows he would one day grow into.
It was impossible not to notice, however, when he was suddenly asked to pack, leave Ista, and go off to a distant northern Weyr where the winters were as cold as Ista's seasons had been moderate. High Reaches Weyr had been re-opened, and T'rel was moving there as part of his duties - responsibilities that he looked forward to as he had grown up in High Reaches. Having also spent a good part of his life at the northern Weyr, T'ern had no objections to T'rel taking Trellorey with him (even if he knew it was to keep the boy from his influence). He himself would not go - he had just become a member of the hidden coalition which believed Thread was returning, a notion that T'rel laughed away when anyone so much as mentioned it to him. But the brownrider believed that his wild younger half-brother was staying because of the profit-making "things" he was doing on the side, and was all the gladder to bring their youngest half-sibling away with him.
So it was that they parted ways, and T'rel with the 10-year-old Trellorey moved up to High Reaches.
The change was hard on a boy accustomed to warm weather and balmy summers by the sea. Trellorey became ill soon after arriving, and though he recovered soon enough he never really got used to the cold and the harshness of the highland storms. He missed T'ern too, with all the fun stories he used to tell, and T'rel was often too busy with the settling in and setting of of the once-dead Weyr to have much time for him. But he hankered down to his work as he knew his brother would want him to, and for the next few years swallowed his growing unhappiness and set himself to the tasks given him with a will.
In 1254, Trellorey stood for his first Hatching at High Reaches, with hopes soaring as high as the sky that he would finally have his own dragon. But that dream came crashing down as the hatching ended with the 12-year-old boy left standing with other untouched candidates on the Sands. It was a painful letdown for a child who had always loved dragons, and a crushing reality-check to his youthful idealism; but T'rel was gentle and comforting about it, and he soon got over the disappointment. The following year however, he stood for his second clutch...and met with similar results. When the dust had settled, leaving Trellorey amidst a scatter of broken shells with a nasty gash from a flailing dragonet, the youngster hit the lowest point of his life. He had not wanted to come to High Reaches, had never thought it was a good idea to leave Ista at all; and now it seemed that the dragons of this struggling Weyr did not want him either. He did what he had always done, pushed down his fears and tried to keep a brave front on things; but he was truly and deeply unhappy within.
It was then, in the gloomy months after that second hatching, that T'ern made his appearance. It began with the news - a buzz of rumours running through the Weyr that eggs had gone missing at several other Weyrs, Ista included. Trellorey took in the news with the shock it deserved, and like many others wondered how it had happened and who might have dared to perpetuate such an act. And what the Weyrleaders might do in response to it.
The speculation was cut short however when he was shaken awake one night in that same month. The man who had woken him was a drudge, and in a few words he told him that his brother was here to take him away. No names were spoken, but Trellorey knew it would not be T'rel who issued that order - it had to be T'ern. The thought galvanized the boy into action at once; he grabbed the few items he owned, stuffed them into a haversack and followed the man to the Weyrbowl of High Reaches, where T'ern awaited them. There was a quick greeting, the seriousness in his half-brother's voice stemming any excitement Trellorey might have felt, and he went quietly as the greenrider led the way out of the Weyr on foot and to a nearby valley where Deomath awaited them. They went aloft as soon as they could strap in and have Trellorey covered with a suitable fleech pullover, and within minutes had gone between for the Hidden Weyr.
Pets:
Eclipse
Blue firelizard
Several months (hatched July, 1257)
Appearance:
Of average size, this blue still manages to be rather striking. The colors that make up his hide are not so unusual, but it’s the way they’re arranged that catches the eye. Sky blue makes up the base of his hide, with a pale almost white blue covering his head and about half of his neck before fading into sky blue, only to appear again at the base of his tail. Arranged in a peculiar ripple-effect, it looks almost as though his tail has rings of cloud around it before the end, which is colored in sky blue again, the tips darkening to an almost midnight hue. His claws on each foot also share this shade of blue. His forelegs sport another of these ‘rippling’ appearances, this time in a faint smoky silver.
Personality:
Nosy! This blue will forever be getting into things, whether they belong to him and his or not; other people’s belongings are privy to ransacking, which they may not appreciate but ask him if he cares. Unlike many firelizards however, he is not prone to stealing; he merely wants to know what everyone has and if it’s anything interesting. He will always be in people’s business and there will be very little to be done for it, even as he gets older. This little guy is also incredibly vocal, chattering and whistling away at anyone who cares to listen. And sometimes no one at all. For a blue, he is rather smart and a quick study; it won’t take him long to learn anything his bonded cares to teach him, although his usefulness for errands will be rather spotty. He tends to have something of a short attention span; just flying over a reflective surface will be enough to waylay him, for he absolutely must stop to admire his reflection. Just for a moment.
Dragon
Name: Fenrith
Age: Yearling
Hatch date: April 1256
Color: Blue (25587E)
Out of: gold Hrrvath
By: bronze Jeskatoth
Hatched from: Sanctification egg
Redeemed from: Ista Weyr
Appearance:
Average. It’s really the only word that comes to mind when looking at this dragon. Even at hatching he was of average size and build for a blue, and that isn't set to change at all. He may be on the smaller side a tad but it really isn’t that noticeable. However, it could also be argued that rather than average, Fenrith is perfect - neither large nor small, he is the physical ideal of what a blue should be. He is also proportionate, his neck neither long nor short, his legs and tail not too short or stumpy or whippy. Even his wings are decidedly normal. Spread out to their fullest, they’re slightly longer than they are wide but that difference is marginal.
Even his color is nothing spectacular: a medium blue that borders on the slightly darker end of the spectrum. It is perfectly even and uniform, without a blemish anywhere. From snout to tail tip it looks as if this blue was dunked evenly into a vat of paint and hung to dry. However, when one looks closely (very closely) they can pick up a slightly lighter shade of blue coloring the membranes of his wings as well as on his belly starting at his chest and running down just past the base of his tail. Both shades of blue are mixed heavily with gray, making them somewhat dull and more the shade of heavy storm clouds weighed down with rain.
Personality:
Although his build and color really don’t set him apart, his personality makes up for his lackluster appearance. Fenrith is a rather easy going dragon. Not much gets under his skin. Extremely level-headed, he can often make decisions that are unbiased by others’ opinions, and will always want to decide on things for himself. If he hears about something that’s supposed to be fabulous (stunt flying, for example), or terrible (say, the taste of salt water), he will always want to try it for himself before making up his mind. The opinions of others are given some merit, but Fenrith will always be bent on trying things on his own to see what his own opinion will end up being. Curious by nature, he will often find himself in precarious situations simply due to the fact that he’s always into something.
In spite of his unwillingness to bias himself for or against something based on someone else’s opinion, Fenrith is a rather friendly blue. Far from bouncy though, he is always welcoming when people (or dragons) approach him and is usually willing to talk to people other than His. He is also helpful, willing to lend a hand (or a wing; whichever is more useful) to any situation that he may be of use. Unafraid to get his claws dirty, this blue is a wonderful worker. His easy-going but compliant attitude allows him to take orders and instructions from even the gruffest of overseers without becoming offended or embittered. Taking people and their words and behavior with a grain of salt is one of Fenrith’s specialties.
Even though Fenrith puts on a common face that is helpful, friendly, and laid back, there is a fierceness about him that is rarely seen, kept hidden beneath the social facet of his personality. Once he’s set his mind on something, it’s set for life. He will do whatever it is he’s set out to do and nothing will budge him. In the face of danger, this blue is incredibly brave… sometimes foolishly so. He is certainly not stupid, but he will ignore any danger to himself in order to keep others safe. This is especially true regarding his lifemate. Fiercely protective, Fenrith doesn’t have a problem with folding away his friendly, welcoming nature and unleashing something far more savage in order to keep his rider safe. The unique thing about this dragon though is that he is willing to defend others, not just His. Chivalrous is this blue, and as long as he’s around, consider yourself in good hands. Or claws, whichever you prefer.
The story continues...
Openings
- In which Trellorey arrives at Smugglers' Drop and meets Siobhan...and Raca...
Bump in the Night (Second Redemption Hatching)
- In which Trellorey hears a thundercrack and meets Fenrith, becoming T'rey in the process
W'ling Lesson #1.b - The Shuffle
- In which T'rey and Fenrith...arrive
W'ling Lesson #6 - Disaster Preparedness
- In which T'rey and Fenrith proceed with preparations for life
A fleet on the horizon (Plot)
- In which T'rey and Fenrith make contingencies
of all the stupid...!
- In which T'rey and Fenrith meet Relyssa hunting...or trying to
Brother Wolf, Brother Dragon
- Where T'rey and Fenrith find they are not as alone as they'd thought...
Western wings
- In which T'rey and Aryna...discuss
A cry in the night
- In T'rey and Fenrith make engagements with felines...
Waiting for weapons
- Whereby T'rey and S'don renew ties...
