Post by Briarwind on Oct 26, 2010 11:27:33 GMT -5
Harper, tell me of the road...
Username: Briarwind
Character Number: 2nd
Name: R'kyr (Rhiskyraenen)
Age: 19
Birth Season: Autumn
Gender: male
Location: Bivium Weyr
Rank: Weyrling
That leads beyond this hold...
Appearance: Standing a full six foot eight, R'kyr is a towering specimen of a man, broad shouldered, broad-chested, and muscular. There is nothing lean about the man, yet not a spare ounce of flesh appears on his body. Fit, sturdy, and muscular, R'kyr is a forceful presence. His sharp, strong features are framed by thick, golden-blonde hair that hangs down his back in a straight tail. A strong brow forms a heavy scowl over his dark, stormy green eyes, lending an intensity to his already somber features. His large hands are calloused along the palms and fingers, and the light dusting of training scars powder his flesh. His is cultivated muscle, worked for and maintained through a rigorous regimen of active training, rather than the muscle born of a lifetime of labor.
That wends its way around the hill...
Personality: Aside from his size, most often, the first thing people notice about R'kyr is his pride. It evidences itself in the easy confidence of his gait, in the proud set of his chin and the cocksure, assured demeanor he presents. There is no question that R'kyr has a distinct sense of entitlement and carries it on his sleeve. He is worthy, and he knows it. He makes very sure everyone else knows it, too. It is, after all, the least he deserves. There is a difference between arrogance and pride. R'kyr teeters on that line.
Following closely behind arrogance in the list of obvious traits R'kyr possess is ambition. Driven, focused and lofty in his goals, R'kyr is destined for greatness, knows it, and is patently willing to work for it. He does not expect it to be handed to him, unusual for one of his admittedly extraordinary pride, but at the same time, no mistake can be made that he anticipates he will be duly rewarded for his work.
The most obvious of R'kyr's traits, however, is not the first that people notice. It is simply the one that people never forget. R'kyr has a temper of the stuff from which legends are made. When he gets angry, he doesn't fume. He erupts. Objects are broken. Possessions (his and those of others) are hurled through walls. His rage is a palpable quality in the air as he vents his displeasure against anything in range.
Strangely, for all his ferocious temper and penchant for destruction, R'kyr may not be called a violent man. His temper is carefully checked before that point, and while he will joyfully shatter possessions and ruin objects, he will lay no hand on any person who has not done harm to him or one of those few things he cares for.
Of course, for those who do make the mistake of doing such a thing, there is no such word in R'kyr's vocabulary as "quarter".
No small part of R'kyr's anger can be attributed to the fact that, from birth, his whole life has been ordered and instructed for him. Every significant decision that has occurred in his life has been taken from him. He has been ordered, directed, and instructed in exactly who and what he will be, all of it thinly veiled as "helping him reach his potential", and some small part of him knows it. He hates every second of it, loathes every moment spent forced to bow to the will of others, and aches to rebel against it, but can't bring himself to admit that his entire life has been a poorly disguised sham that he has been powerless to influence, and so, he rails and rages at even the slightest provocation, exercising his control over everything he can in every way he can in a vain effort to eke some small control over his own life by claiming it from the lives of those around him.
Does it go farther on until...
History: Beladrine has always been a woman of a delicate constitution, in more ways than one, so when she found herself pregnant after R'his's Skeloith won Moeranath's flight, it was more than a little surprising for the woman. That she successfully carried full term and delivered the child with little difficulty was even more surprising to her. She went on thereafter to have four other children, but no other was by R'his, whose Skeloith never again won Moeranath's flights.
The child, a boy called Rhiskyraenen, for both his parents, in the Weyr fashion, was raised in the creche, almost completely devoid of his mother's interest. It wasn't that Beladrine didn't care for her son, but she found she had altogether too many other concerns, not the least of which was T'ben, her newfound Weyrleader, whose influence made no small impact on every aspect of her life. Rhiskyraenen, as it happened, was of no interest whatsoever to T'ben, who very much preferred that Beladrine spend her focus on him.
That was just as well, to R'his's mind. A woman, after all, especially a Weyrwoman, should be focused on her own concerns, and the creche was perfectly capable of seeing to Rhiskyraenen's physical needs. As to his needs in raising, well, R'his was perfectly capable of seeing to that.
He did, too, with demanding efficiency. Rhiskyraenen was drilled from the time he could toddle in Weyr leadership, in draconic anatomy, in the inner workings of Weyr politics, in managing a wing, managing tithes, and in just about anything else his father could think of that would be of use to him. By the time he was old enough to stand, he understood how his life would play out: he would stand, he would impress a bronze, he would become Weyrleader, and he would make his father proud. That was simply how it was. Everyone knew it, especially Rhiskyraenen.
As Rhiskyraenen passed hatching after hatching without impression, R'his got harder and harder on his son, and Rhiskyraenen got angrier and angrier, and couldn't explain why. The fits of sharp temper he had always evidenced accelerated from scowling pouts to shouting matches, and ultimately to violence. Though Rhiskyraenen was careful never to strike a person who did not strike him first, objects and furnishings swiftly ceased to be safe from his temper. Strangely, his fits of pique stirred little to no response from his father, though all other superiors tended to handle them with considerable displeasure, and Rhiskyraenen found himself frequently punished for it.
Finally, with the founding of a new Weyr, R'his decided to give his son one final chance to live up to his obvious destiny, and has sent his dutiful, loyal offspring to Bivium to represent Western Weyr on the sands. He had best not fail, this time.
Shortly before the opportunity arose to stand at the hatching, Syreaka, the lovely and dangerous daughter of the Eastern Weyrwoman, bewildered Rhiskyraenen by gifting him with a firelizard egg from her Deltra's clutch. The tiny egg hatched into a miniature green dragon, a firelizard he lovingly dubbed Tyva. Though she might never know it, Tyva gave the boy some iota of hope that he really might not fail, this time.
Much to Rhiskyraenen's surprise (though, of course, he would never admit to such a thing), he did not fail, when a pudgy, bug-eyed bronze hatchling formally declared himself R'kyr's, and asked imperiously why R'kyr had been silly enough to be hiding from him, effectively turning the young man's life on its nose.
It ends in sunset gold?
Pets: Tyva
Pet Name: Tyva
Pet Appearance: Diminutive in size, this green firelizard is positively dainty, even for her colour. Her hide is a soft, dusty green hue, worked over with deeper striping across her back and wings. A blaze flares across her forehead, centered with a teardrop-like shape. There is a coarseness to her markings which serves to emphasize the similarity between the patterns they trace on her hide and those of many felines, the rough-hewn edges serving to make them look almost painted on.
Pet Personality: Tyva is every inch exactly what a lady should be. Delicate and proper, she makes a habit of extreme tidiness, going well out of her way to avoid creating or aggravating messes. Point in fact, she is liable, if she feels it has been too long since R'kyr last cleaned her as she so properly deserves, to give herself a thorough scrubbing, then harass him until he oils her up properly. Outside of her obsessive cleanliness, however, she is otherwise a very calm, discerning pet, easily trustworthy with even the smallest littles. Unfortunately, she's also something less than terribly smart, and so, for all her patience and best intentions of obedience, she has a propensity for making a lot of fumbling mistakes. Still, there's something so genuine about her behaviour that it's very hard to be angry at her for her failures. At least she tries.
Sue-Score: 11
