Post by queenofcheese on Jun 17, 2009 22:25:44 GMT -5
Name: T'boren (from Taboren)
Gender: male
Age: 40
Orientation:straight
Rank: Wingleader
Family:
Father: Greenrider X'ren (63)
Mother: Weyrcook Tabora (60)
Siblings:
(no full siblings, father's only child, all from mother's side)
Brother: Bluerider T'borak (39)
Brother: Bluerider T'lan (36)
Brother: Brownrider J'bor (32)
Sister: Talla (35)
Sister: Jabeera (30)
Children:
Son: Nabor (17) candidate at Benden, by greenrider Nya
Son: Kashor (12) weyrbrat, by greenrider Kishiri
Son: Taloren (8) weyrbrat, by greenrider Talla
Son: Iabor (7) weyrbrat, by seamstress Illys
Son: Boret (7) weyrbrat, by lower caverns woman Eteena
Son: Phabor (5) weyrbrat, by greenrider Phalena
Daughter: Estaba (14) candidate at Benden, by Weyrhealer Esamin
Daughter: Tabba (9) weyrbrat, by greenrider Talla
Daughter: Borena (6) weyrbrat, by lower caverns woman Eteena
Daughter: Oralyn (3) weyrbrat, by greenrider Kozlyn
Pets: no pets
Appearance:
Growing up, T'boren was easily identified as his mother's child. He looked much more like her than his red haired, green eyed father. His thick hair is dark ash brown, sometimes confused with black, but upon closer examination, it is dusty brunette. He keeps thick sideburns and usually just a bit of scruff. He is fortunate in the fact that he has not yet started to go gray, though with all the stress in his life, it comes as a surprize. His eyebrows are not so noticible, being dark then getting a little lighter going out. They closely frame one of the only things he inherited from his father-his dusty green eyes. His lips are average to thin, his upper gently curving like a bow. Most of the time, his mouth is pursed into a thin line, either in concentration or frustration. However when he does smiles, his white teeth and dimples light up of his face.
His body is definately in shape, and he works hard every day to keep it that way. A good word to call it would be firm, he is not as muscles as he was as a young man, but he still has a lot of definition, especially in the arms, pecs, and shoulders. He's strong, though he may look a bit slight in comparason to some men. He stands at 5'11 and walks with a commanding presence.
As one would assume with his rank, he dresses well. He believes that he should not only act the part of a high ranking bronzerider, he should look like it. He takes careful pains to make sure his spare-time attire is more like a nobleman's than of a farmer. His riding leathers are always replaced when they start to wear, though this is not as common as one may think. He takes good care of all his possessions these days.
Personality:
T'boren believes that nothing gets done with out a little hard work. He pushes those in his wing at Benden. He does not condone or put up with complainers, either. He believes that life is unfair and there is nothing accomplished by whining about it. 'No excuses', that's what a new recruit will soon learn in T'boren's wing. Taking responsibility is not encouraged, it's manditory. Excuse makers and complainers lose all of T'boren's respect, and the bronzer doesn't give out any second chances. He is also quick to snip bad habits in the butt when it comes to training young wing members, and in his short stint as Weyrling Master at Benden.
T'boren is quite stubborn, and is a world class grudge holder. Once you betray his trust, it's difficult, if not impossible to gain it back. When he puts his mind to something, he does everything he possibly can to complete it. Failure is simply not an option. He'll fight until it's proven that he's correct. When he gets an idea about something, it's rare that he would ever change his mind. He's the kind of guy who will always stick to his guns.
The bronzerider is known to have very few expressions. It's almost impossible to tell what the man is thinking, because he rarely shows it on his face. T'boren has no time for silly games and charades, so he'll always come to the point and often is seen as 'an old grump'. He won't tolerate practical jokes or horseplay, so if you're in his wing and you'll try to pull something-better ask for a transfer. He's very business minded and since he is a hard worker, he pours all of his energy into fighting thread.
T'boren is actually afraid of getting close to people. The more you care, the more it hurts when you loose them. Thus, T'boren is quite aloof and spends his private hours to himself and his dragon (sans the few lonely nights when he invites a bed partner to join him) Many would say about the tragic bronzer that he seems quite indifferent to the world when he's not in wing practice or fighting thread. It would be very correct to assume that T'boren is reserved, he keeps a professional manner, and because of this, has the reputation of being unfriendly.
The bronzerider is very much a traditionalist. T'boren, in contrast to some others, hates change. He likes things to remain constant, to remain familiar. This move has been a little hard on that, but he's determined to adapt. He also believes in rank, that he deserves nicer and better things than others because one, he worked hard for his rank, and two, he has the privledge of riding a bronze dragon. He's not afraid to pull rank to get what he needs. His views one women on greens are this: they have been on greens before, they may be on greens now. He's not going to change that, plus he likes to fly greens ridden by women. He doesn't mind when they decide to keep their children, he's just grateful he is a man and doesn't have to miss work and practice, nor does he have to go through childbirth. More power to them, as pitiful as it might be to be a woman.
If he were not a bronzerider, this man might have been a scholar or a scribe. He loves to think and discuss ideas with other people. Surprizingly, his aging Senior Queenrider and Weyrwoman often was his favorite companion to converse with. T'boren loves to use superior language and reason. He values intelligence over popular culture, like who's with who, and who dressed poorly at the last gather. In fact, he holds such gossip in disdain.
History: T'boren's life was created when his father, unquestionably smashed from heavy drinking, was more or less taken advantage of by his mother. Tabora had made a bet, and she never backed down from a gamble. See, Tabora was young, and she was beautiful, she was also vain and over confident. She often boasted she could seduce any man she wanted. Her friends told her to prove it by sleeping with X'ren, a young, decent looking man who had an eye for men. Her friends were confident they had her bluff. But Tabora wasn't finished, she wanted to prove that she could get the shy greenrider into her bed. It only took 6 hours of pouring liquer down his throat and convincing him that she had a broken latch that needed fixing.
So poor X'ren was quite surprized the next morning when he awoke next to a woman, and even more surprized when a few months later Tabor told him that she was pregnant with his child.
Taboren grew up under the watchful eyes of the aging aunties of the creche. In truth, he got into quite a bit of trouble. While his mother had easier access to Taboren, suprizingly his father was the only constant parent in his life. As Taboren would prove to be X'ren's only child, the greenrider often doted upon the lad.
When he was 15 he Impressed to the only bronze of the clutch. What is that fuzz on your face, T'boren? The young man was taken aback as the first dragon of the clutch, a bronze no less, walked up to him and stared at him for a long time. Then the first words were about his first attempt at facial hair?! Uh, that's my beard. The dragonet snorted, Ha. It looks ridiculous, but I like you anyway. Call me Norvanth, Mine. There is so much pain and I smell fooooood. His carefree days were at an end, and it was around that time that heavy burdens of responsibility took their toll on the young bronzer. T'boren wasn't invincible to mistakes and still got into trouble from time to time, but because of his gift with words and his good looks, his punishment was always lessened. Fair? Hardly, but he learned at a young age that beauty and compliments went a long way in society, and he used that to his advantage.
When he graduated from Weyrlinghood, he met the then junior queen, Ramilda, who was twenty turns his senior. She appreciated his ideas and philosophies and the two often spend free afternoons in conversation. She was a mentor to him, a respectable, wise woman who became like a mother to him. His own hardly contributed to his life, save half his name and his genetics.
Of course, not long after his bronze, there had been a gold egg at Benden, and that gold Impressed to a pretty young woman named Suvria. At first, he had great hope that she might be a younger version of Ramilda, however he was proven wrong. Suvria was woman whom he grew to hate, and would perhaps forever taint his views on other goldriders. She was silly, frivolous, and all around a twit that he could not stand. Her voice annoyed him, her mannerisms made him twitch with aggrevation, and every thing that came out of her mouth became a bane to his existence.
At the age of 22 he became weyrmated to a young greenrider named Nya. She was pretty, charming, and seemingly everything he could have wanted in a woman. She bore him his first son, Nabor, when he was 24. At that same age he was offered the position of Wing Third, at the encouragement of the newly named Weyrwoman of Benden, his old mentor Ramilda.
T'boren worked hard to impress his Wingleader, but maybe too hard, as he became more distant. Practice was made harder, longer, and he was more exhausted. He had little time left over for his weyrmate, and she grew to resent him without him even realizing it. At least not until he got off of practice early to find another man in his bed, still with his mate. Fury took over, and before he could stop himself, he ordered the man out of his bed and started wailing on him. Later he found out the man was a brownrider and Wingthird in his weyrmate's wing, and that he had broken his arm in two places and put a nasty shiner on his left eye. Fortunately, he once again used his charm and looks and connections to get out of much punishment. He just got two sevendays off of practice. Enough time to wallow alone and build a distrust of women.
His first daughter was born from a short, but passionate romance between himself and a young weyrhealer named Esamin. He might have grown to love the attractive and intelligent woman, but soon after the birth of his daughter Estaba it became clear that Esamin had a prefrence for women. They remained close friends and confidants.
It was a few turns before he met the pretty greenrider Talla. She was agressive, and it was she who did the chasing in their three turn courtship. She was a rough, highly sexual lover, and from their union produced a son and a daughter very close in age. The fires couldn't last, and their lust ended. Before his next relationship he lost a greenflight, but the woman he found for satisfaction also bore him a son. Then he met Eteena, a very charming woman who worked in the lower caverns. He fell for her sweet nature and kind heart. She gave him a son, however in the process of giving him a daughter, she died. He had guarded his heart, and had not been deeply in love with her, but her loss still affected him.
The next few turns he spent trying to advance himself to Wing Second. He proved to be quite a brilliant assistant to the aging Wingleader, and his hard work was noticed by all in the wing. Despite his distant disposition, he was generally admired by his wingmates. He still spent time with the Weyrwoman Ramilda, and despite her efforts to cheer him and set him up with one of her daughters, he could not relaxed. When he was 34 she offered him the position of Weyrling Master's Assistant, and he took it. As an assistant, he met a young greenrider named Kozlyn. After her graduation, the two would have a brief affair that produced his youngest (as of yet) daughter.
T'boren liked helping the Master, and at age 36 he became the Master when old K'vol retired. T'boren enjoyed teaching the weyrlings, he enjoyed coming up with lessons, and he enjoyed the sharing of ideas with his pupils. At last he felt he found his calling.
His happiness would only last about four turns, and that was when thread started to fall. It was hard when any of the weyrlings perished in training, but in thread, when it wiped out an entire class, T'boren was devistated. He could not handle such grief. He had grown close to his students, and this pain was too much for him. He resigned. About 2 months ago, he was given a chance to prove himself as Wingleader. He wasn't sure about it, but he accepted, how could he refuse? This position only lasted a few sevendays when he learned of a new plan. Then he learned from the Weyrwoman Pern wanted to restore Igen. He was sworn to secrecy, but she told him that Suvria was considered for the Weyrwoman position there. He could be rid of the wench? It brought some light to an otherwise dreary day for him. He would rather not see her as the Weyrwoman of anything, but if she were to be gone, he would be pleased anyway.
When it was decided that Suvria wouldn't be going because of her weyrmated situation, T'boren was the first to petition to go to Igen. By now the bronzerider had great favor with Weyrwoman Ramilda, and even though she did not want T'boren to leave Benden, as he was not only like a son to her, but he was also a brilliant rider, she let him go. Ramilda could not deny the handsome man any thing, especially if he wanted to leave. She understood his disdain for Suvria and that he foresaw no other advancement for himself at Benden. T'boren was already Wingleader, and since he was stubborn and would not fly either Ramilda's or Suvria's queens, he would never become Weyrleader, nor Weyrsecond when it was decided as the junior queen's mate...
So T'boren packed his things and moved to Igen. He finds it overly too hot and miserable, but he's free to start a new life...
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Dragon Info:
Name: Norvanth
Age: 26
Color: bronze
Appearance:
The shade of his hide is rich and warm. It varies on the curves of his muscular and bulky body from dark to light, with a low key, but elegant glazing of metallic hue. Parts of his hide, like his wing membrane and tail are marbled with pale white scars from the last 3 months of threadfall. He has one light one that goes down his left cheek behind his eye from a close encounter with the silver menace. His claws are off-white and seem bright against the dark mohogany of his hide.
Nor gets his size more in bulk than length. He's stocky and thickly muscled verses lithe and long. His size, otherwise average in all other categories, is impressive just because of his girth. Wide, expansive chest matched with thick, strong neck and well defined haunches create an attractive if not more compressed dragon.
Personality: Norvanth has grown quite jolly in his advanced turns. He's quite fond of flirtations and showing of affections, to both human and dragon alike. He likes to think that he's the lighter side and better half of His, T'boren. He loves to sun with a small harem of greens (since the golds of Benden were off limits to him, as decreed by T'boren) and dazzle them with the strange vocabulary he learned from His. He enjoys greens, though he can be a little jealous when they choose to spend time with males other than himself.
Nor is much less of a sore loser than T'boren. Greens, honestly, are not that hard to come by, and if he looses one today, he can always catch one tomorrow. He's a relatively happy dragon, friendly at almost all hours of the day. However, one tiny moment after sundown, the big baby is sleeping soundly until morning practice. There is no waking the dragon after he starts to softly snore. (For Nor likes best to sleep on his back, which for most dragons is difficult because of wings and such).
In wing practice, Nor knows what is expected of him. He works hard for His and tries his best to be a mentor for the other dragons. Thread, as he has learned, is very serious, so often in practice he rarely speaks.
History: Nor was shelled first, and that people seemed very happy because of him. It wasn't long before Norvanth found His with a young man named Taboren. He seemed like fun, but the Weyrling Master tamed down T'boren really fast. Nor liked to play leader in the lessons, and two turns passed so quickly!
Norvanth remembers His had strong feelings for a woman, and she clutched a male child. He remembers that this woman was flown by another male and T'boren was deeply hurt and jealous. Norvanth sometimes feels a bit like that when his favorite green is flown by a blue, but T'boren's grief was much worse.
Nor remembers that he flew after many greens in his day, but he has never won a gold. Once, not to long ago, he flew for the senior queen of Benden, but he lost, which made His very happy because of His' relationship with Ramilda.
Norvanth remembers teaching the little ones about flying, oiling, and threadfall. He remembers many of his students perished and His feeling very, very sad. Norvanth was very sad too.
Norvanth remembers they were made Wingleaders at Benden only a few sevendays before they were sent to Igen. Igen is hot. Very hot. Much hotter than the Old Place. There are new greens, and a new queen. A very pretty new queen.
Clutch:Gold Seyanth by Bronze Destreth
Hatching Order: 1st
Wing: Imperium
Gender: male
Age: 40
Orientation:straight
Rank: Wingleader
Family:
Father: Greenrider X'ren (63)
Mother: Weyrcook Tabora (60)
Siblings:
(no full siblings, father's only child, all from mother's side)
Brother: Bluerider T'borak (39)
Brother: Bluerider T'lan (36)
Brother: Brownrider J'bor (32)
Sister: Talla (35)
Sister: Jabeera (30)
Children:
Son: Nabor (17) candidate at Benden, by greenrider Nya
Son: Kashor (12) weyrbrat, by greenrider Kishiri
Son: Taloren (8) weyrbrat, by greenrider Talla
Son: Iabor (7) weyrbrat, by seamstress Illys
Son: Boret (7) weyrbrat, by lower caverns woman Eteena
Son: Phabor (5) weyrbrat, by greenrider Phalena
Daughter: Estaba (14) candidate at Benden, by Weyrhealer Esamin
Daughter: Tabba (9) weyrbrat, by greenrider Talla
Daughter: Borena (6) weyrbrat, by lower caverns woman Eteena
Daughter: Oralyn (3) weyrbrat, by greenrider Kozlyn
Pets: no pets
Appearance:
Growing up, T'boren was easily identified as his mother's child. He looked much more like her than his red haired, green eyed father. His thick hair is dark ash brown, sometimes confused with black, but upon closer examination, it is dusty brunette. He keeps thick sideburns and usually just a bit of scruff. He is fortunate in the fact that he has not yet started to go gray, though with all the stress in his life, it comes as a surprize. His eyebrows are not so noticible, being dark then getting a little lighter going out. They closely frame one of the only things he inherited from his father-his dusty green eyes. His lips are average to thin, his upper gently curving like a bow. Most of the time, his mouth is pursed into a thin line, either in concentration or frustration. However when he does smiles, his white teeth and dimples light up of his face.
His body is definately in shape, and he works hard every day to keep it that way. A good word to call it would be firm, he is not as muscles as he was as a young man, but he still has a lot of definition, especially in the arms, pecs, and shoulders. He's strong, though he may look a bit slight in comparason to some men. He stands at 5'11 and walks with a commanding presence.
As one would assume with his rank, he dresses well. He believes that he should not only act the part of a high ranking bronzerider, he should look like it. He takes careful pains to make sure his spare-time attire is more like a nobleman's than of a farmer. His riding leathers are always replaced when they start to wear, though this is not as common as one may think. He takes good care of all his possessions these days.
Personality:
T'boren believes that nothing gets done with out a little hard work. He pushes those in his wing at Benden. He does not condone or put up with complainers, either. He believes that life is unfair and there is nothing accomplished by whining about it. 'No excuses', that's what a new recruit will soon learn in T'boren's wing. Taking responsibility is not encouraged, it's manditory. Excuse makers and complainers lose all of T'boren's respect, and the bronzer doesn't give out any second chances. He is also quick to snip bad habits in the butt when it comes to training young wing members, and in his short stint as Weyrling Master at Benden.
T'boren is quite stubborn, and is a world class grudge holder. Once you betray his trust, it's difficult, if not impossible to gain it back. When he puts his mind to something, he does everything he possibly can to complete it. Failure is simply not an option. He'll fight until it's proven that he's correct. When he gets an idea about something, it's rare that he would ever change his mind. He's the kind of guy who will always stick to his guns.
The bronzerider is known to have very few expressions. It's almost impossible to tell what the man is thinking, because he rarely shows it on his face. T'boren has no time for silly games and charades, so he'll always come to the point and often is seen as 'an old grump'. He won't tolerate practical jokes or horseplay, so if you're in his wing and you'll try to pull something-better ask for a transfer. He's very business minded and since he is a hard worker, he pours all of his energy into fighting thread.
T'boren is actually afraid of getting close to people. The more you care, the more it hurts when you loose them. Thus, T'boren is quite aloof and spends his private hours to himself and his dragon (sans the few lonely nights when he invites a bed partner to join him) Many would say about the tragic bronzer that he seems quite indifferent to the world when he's not in wing practice or fighting thread. It would be very correct to assume that T'boren is reserved, he keeps a professional manner, and because of this, has the reputation of being unfriendly.
The bronzerider is very much a traditionalist. T'boren, in contrast to some others, hates change. He likes things to remain constant, to remain familiar. This move has been a little hard on that, but he's determined to adapt. He also believes in rank, that he deserves nicer and better things than others because one, he worked hard for his rank, and two, he has the privledge of riding a bronze dragon. He's not afraid to pull rank to get what he needs. His views one women on greens are this: they have been on greens before, they may be on greens now. He's not going to change that, plus he likes to fly greens ridden by women. He doesn't mind when they decide to keep their children, he's just grateful he is a man and doesn't have to miss work and practice, nor does he have to go through childbirth. More power to them, as pitiful as it might be to be a woman.
If he were not a bronzerider, this man might have been a scholar or a scribe. He loves to think and discuss ideas with other people. Surprizingly, his aging Senior Queenrider and Weyrwoman often was his favorite companion to converse with. T'boren loves to use superior language and reason. He values intelligence over popular culture, like who's with who, and who dressed poorly at the last gather. In fact, he holds such gossip in disdain.
History: T'boren's life was created when his father, unquestionably smashed from heavy drinking, was more or less taken advantage of by his mother. Tabora had made a bet, and she never backed down from a gamble. See, Tabora was young, and she was beautiful, she was also vain and over confident. She often boasted she could seduce any man she wanted. Her friends told her to prove it by sleeping with X'ren, a young, decent looking man who had an eye for men. Her friends were confident they had her bluff. But Tabora wasn't finished, she wanted to prove that she could get the shy greenrider into her bed. It only took 6 hours of pouring liquer down his throat and convincing him that she had a broken latch that needed fixing.
So poor X'ren was quite surprized the next morning when he awoke next to a woman, and even more surprized when a few months later Tabor told him that she was pregnant with his child.
Taboren grew up under the watchful eyes of the aging aunties of the creche. In truth, he got into quite a bit of trouble. While his mother had easier access to Taboren, suprizingly his father was the only constant parent in his life. As Taboren would prove to be X'ren's only child, the greenrider often doted upon the lad.
When he was 15 he Impressed to the only bronze of the clutch. What is that fuzz on your face, T'boren? The young man was taken aback as the first dragon of the clutch, a bronze no less, walked up to him and stared at him for a long time. Then the first words were about his first attempt at facial hair?! Uh, that's my beard. The dragonet snorted, Ha. It looks ridiculous, but I like you anyway. Call me Norvanth, Mine. There is so much pain and I smell fooooood. His carefree days were at an end, and it was around that time that heavy burdens of responsibility took their toll on the young bronzer. T'boren wasn't invincible to mistakes and still got into trouble from time to time, but because of his gift with words and his good looks, his punishment was always lessened. Fair? Hardly, but he learned at a young age that beauty and compliments went a long way in society, and he used that to his advantage.
When he graduated from Weyrlinghood, he met the then junior queen, Ramilda, who was twenty turns his senior. She appreciated his ideas and philosophies and the two often spend free afternoons in conversation. She was a mentor to him, a respectable, wise woman who became like a mother to him. His own hardly contributed to his life, save half his name and his genetics.
Of course, not long after his bronze, there had been a gold egg at Benden, and that gold Impressed to a pretty young woman named Suvria. At first, he had great hope that she might be a younger version of Ramilda, however he was proven wrong. Suvria was woman whom he grew to hate, and would perhaps forever taint his views on other goldriders. She was silly, frivolous, and all around a twit that he could not stand. Her voice annoyed him, her mannerisms made him twitch with aggrevation, and every thing that came out of her mouth became a bane to his existence.
At the age of 22 he became weyrmated to a young greenrider named Nya. She was pretty, charming, and seemingly everything he could have wanted in a woman. She bore him his first son, Nabor, when he was 24. At that same age he was offered the position of Wing Third, at the encouragement of the newly named Weyrwoman of Benden, his old mentor Ramilda.
T'boren worked hard to impress his Wingleader, but maybe too hard, as he became more distant. Practice was made harder, longer, and he was more exhausted. He had little time left over for his weyrmate, and she grew to resent him without him even realizing it. At least not until he got off of practice early to find another man in his bed, still with his mate. Fury took over, and before he could stop himself, he ordered the man out of his bed and started wailing on him. Later he found out the man was a brownrider and Wingthird in his weyrmate's wing, and that he had broken his arm in two places and put a nasty shiner on his left eye. Fortunately, he once again used his charm and looks and connections to get out of much punishment. He just got two sevendays off of practice. Enough time to wallow alone and build a distrust of women.
His first daughter was born from a short, but passionate romance between himself and a young weyrhealer named Esamin. He might have grown to love the attractive and intelligent woman, but soon after the birth of his daughter Estaba it became clear that Esamin had a prefrence for women. They remained close friends and confidants.
It was a few turns before he met the pretty greenrider Talla. She was agressive, and it was she who did the chasing in their three turn courtship. She was a rough, highly sexual lover, and from their union produced a son and a daughter very close in age. The fires couldn't last, and their lust ended. Before his next relationship he lost a greenflight, but the woman he found for satisfaction also bore him a son. Then he met Eteena, a very charming woman who worked in the lower caverns. He fell for her sweet nature and kind heart. She gave him a son, however in the process of giving him a daughter, she died. He had guarded his heart, and had not been deeply in love with her, but her loss still affected him.
The next few turns he spent trying to advance himself to Wing Second. He proved to be quite a brilliant assistant to the aging Wingleader, and his hard work was noticed by all in the wing. Despite his distant disposition, he was generally admired by his wingmates. He still spent time with the Weyrwoman Ramilda, and despite her efforts to cheer him and set him up with one of her daughters, he could not relaxed. When he was 34 she offered him the position of Weyrling Master's Assistant, and he took it. As an assistant, he met a young greenrider named Kozlyn. After her graduation, the two would have a brief affair that produced his youngest (as of yet) daughter.
T'boren liked helping the Master, and at age 36 he became the Master when old K'vol retired. T'boren enjoyed teaching the weyrlings, he enjoyed coming up with lessons, and he enjoyed the sharing of ideas with his pupils. At last he felt he found his calling.
His happiness would only last about four turns, and that was when thread started to fall. It was hard when any of the weyrlings perished in training, but in thread, when it wiped out an entire class, T'boren was devistated. He could not handle such grief. He had grown close to his students, and this pain was too much for him. He resigned. About 2 months ago, he was given a chance to prove himself as Wingleader. He wasn't sure about it, but he accepted, how could he refuse? This position only lasted a few sevendays when he learned of a new plan. Then he learned from the Weyrwoman Pern wanted to restore Igen. He was sworn to secrecy, but she told him that Suvria was considered for the Weyrwoman position there. He could be rid of the wench? It brought some light to an otherwise dreary day for him. He would rather not see her as the Weyrwoman of anything, but if she were to be gone, he would be pleased anyway.
When it was decided that Suvria wouldn't be going because of her weyrmated situation, T'boren was the first to petition to go to Igen. By now the bronzerider had great favor with Weyrwoman Ramilda, and even though she did not want T'boren to leave Benden, as he was not only like a son to her, but he was also a brilliant rider, she let him go. Ramilda could not deny the handsome man any thing, especially if he wanted to leave. She understood his disdain for Suvria and that he foresaw no other advancement for himself at Benden. T'boren was already Wingleader, and since he was stubborn and would not fly either Ramilda's or Suvria's queens, he would never become Weyrleader, nor Weyrsecond when it was decided as the junior queen's mate...
So T'boren packed his things and moved to Igen. He finds it overly too hot and miserable, but he's free to start a new life...
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Dragon Info:
Name: Norvanth
Age: 26
Color: bronze
Appearance:
The shade of his hide is rich and warm. It varies on the curves of his muscular and bulky body from dark to light, with a low key, but elegant glazing of metallic hue. Parts of his hide, like his wing membrane and tail are marbled with pale white scars from the last 3 months of threadfall. He has one light one that goes down his left cheek behind his eye from a close encounter with the silver menace. His claws are off-white and seem bright against the dark mohogany of his hide.
Nor gets his size more in bulk than length. He's stocky and thickly muscled verses lithe and long. His size, otherwise average in all other categories, is impressive just because of his girth. Wide, expansive chest matched with thick, strong neck and well defined haunches create an attractive if not more compressed dragon.
Personality: Norvanth has grown quite jolly in his advanced turns. He's quite fond of flirtations and showing of affections, to both human and dragon alike. He likes to think that he's the lighter side and better half of His, T'boren. He loves to sun with a small harem of greens (since the golds of Benden were off limits to him, as decreed by T'boren) and dazzle them with the strange vocabulary he learned from His. He enjoys greens, though he can be a little jealous when they choose to spend time with males other than himself.
Nor is much less of a sore loser than T'boren. Greens, honestly, are not that hard to come by, and if he looses one today, he can always catch one tomorrow. He's a relatively happy dragon, friendly at almost all hours of the day. However, one tiny moment after sundown, the big baby is sleeping soundly until morning practice. There is no waking the dragon after he starts to softly snore. (For Nor likes best to sleep on his back, which for most dragons is difficult because of wings and such).
In wing practice, Nor knows what is expected of him. He works hard for His and tries his best to be a mentor for the other dragons. Thread, as he has learned, is very serious, so often in practice he rarely speaks.
History: Nor was shelled first, and that people seemed very happy because of him. It wasn't long before Norvanth found His with a young man named Taboren. He seemed like fun, but the Weyrling Master tamed down T'boren really fast. Nor liked to play leader in the lessons, and two turns passed so quickly!
Norvanth remembers His had strong feelings for a woman, and she clutched a male child. He remembers that this woman was flown by another male and T'boren was deeply hurt and jealous. Norvanth sometimes feels a bit like that when his favorite green is flown by a blue, but T'boren's grief was much worse.
Nor remembers that he flew after many greens in his day, but he has never won a gold. Once, not to long ago, he flew for the senior queen of Benden, but he lost, which made His very happy because of His' relationship with Ramilda.
Norvanth remembers teaching the little ones about flying, oiling, and threadfall. He remembers many of his students perished and His feeling very, very sad. Norvanth was very sad too.
Norvanth remembers they were made Wingleaders at Benden only a few sevendays before they were sent to Igen. Igen is hot. Very hot. Much hotter than the Old Place. There are new greens, and a new queen. A very pretty new queen.
Clutch:Gold Seyanth by Bronze Destreth
Hatching Order: 1st
Wing: Imperium
. I ended up making him a turn younger to make sure I fit your timeline. 