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[Rider]
Name:Ra’fe
Age:37
Sex:Trans Man
Sexual Preference: Demi Ace and major shrug
Physical Description: There is military form to Ra’fe’s stance. Not quite at attention, well dressed if plainly, and clear alert eyes, he is ready for something to happen. Ra’fe is slender, built much more along the lines of a feline and short, reaching 5’6’’ in height. He certainly isn’t an intimidating appearing man.

He is rather striking, with an angular jawline, sidewise cheekbones, warm golden brown eyes, and a strong aquiline hawk noise. His hair is black, thick, reaching down to his mid back and has a trace of white at the temples. He keeps his hair pulled back in an ornamental hair clasp.

Ra’fe detests jewelry with an exception of his ornamental hair clasps. Necklaces can be pulled to choke a person. Rings can get snagged. Earrings torn out. The clasps tend to be heavy allowing him to toss his head and use it as an improve weapon in an emergency.

Personality: Ra’fe is a solider at heart, and a follower of rationality and calm, collected, clear-headed thoughts. You can’t eat honor and it certainly isn’t going to allow you to live. Duels land what should be allies onto a med bed in the infirmary or in death. Revenge and vengeance are on another level. The level of cold, and rightful anger and things that needed to be calculated for best results. As much as Ra’fe has daydreamed a bit about revenge and vengeance against some rather irritating bronze rider, but at the heart of it, they are pompous idiots. He shouldn’t let them get to him. Even if he is tempted to bribe someone in laundry to misplace that ridiculous pompous hat.

At the cusp of that matter is that no one has done anything fiendish enough for Ra'fe to put himself above the group's welfare. At least in taking it any farther then particularly bad smack down during a training spar. He's more mature then he was when he was a brat and jealous of his uncle's apprentice.

Despite the fact he finds most of the riders he works with to be pompous children, he does care for them. They are his unit and while he can’t shape them up to his level, he can certainly keep an eye on them. Even if that is telling someone to shut their mouth, with a less then polite elbow into the ribs.

He has a rather stern nature, it seeps into his posture, with a straight back and vigilant gaze. He comes across as gruff, tending to be straightforward in his criticism. Relaxation is a slid from vigilant to merely observant. Ra’fe is in general just a serious person. He equates work with pride and good work only happens with concentration and control.

His skills are something Ra’fe takes pride in and he finds it irritating that random circumstance instead of hard work is what separates wings. He wouldn't trade Ban for the world, but he wants to be noticed for his skills, not what color his dragon's hide is.

Three Positive Traits:Rational, Caring, loyal
Three Negative Traits: Gruff, Stubborn, Tense, chip on a shoulder for seeing special or more fit because they are a bronze rider and not because of skills or merit. Some what competitive.

History: : Ra'fe grew up with his uncle in Tillek hold, while his father was off at sea and his mother who knows where. His uncle not to sure how to raise a infant decided that one they would figure out gender things and name things after Rafafe showed an interest in one or another and two find a wetnurse to help out. Probably tack on some letters or take some out. It was clear very quickly that Rafafe wanted to be a boy and some what relieved his uncle continued to care and teach him, apprenticing him early as a blade smith and teaching him about hard work, commitment, and pride in skillful craftmanship.

Puberty was absolute hell on all three of them. He had never seen his uncle blush before. His dad general feeling is don't talk about it, and nope. It was around then when his uncle took on another apprentice and Rafafe was jealous at the other boy who why not a quick or having as fine touch was certainly stronger and able to do things that he struggled under the weight of. He did walk the table as a journeyman at 22, slightly irritated that Jasin has managed at 21 and it irritated him.

Tillek goods were done right without cutting corners and he liked to consider them some of the best. It wasn't meant to be though, he was in High Reaches Hold to deliver a blade when he got invited to accompany his client to the Weyr to see the hatching. He went out of curiosity and to get an bit of inspiration for a project. It wasn't a large clutch being a queens maiden flight but the hatchings were certainly worth staying a bit longer. He also felt that there was something he wasn't quite getting as people chattered about the draognets currently out, mainly shades of blue and greens and occasional brown.

The biggest egg hatched towards the end to untold excitement as a hint of something bronze flashed and the egg finally broke spilling out a dragonet. Which everyone seemed to be excited about? Certainly the boys in candidate robes started to stand up more straight. The bronze though careened straight into the girls, seemly ignoring all the boys. Crashed into his mother before waddling off into the boys as if directed.

Ra'fe will say Tamlienth while very elegant now was a very clumsy hatching.

The minutes ticked by and soon the bronze was the only one left, frustrated and looked up towards the sands.

His life changed rapidly, perhaps others would say for the better but now he was a rider not a sword smith. He was a bronze rider and some how that was better because he was getting suddenly more attention then the others in his group. It ranked on him that he was not being judged soley on his merit but on Tamlienth’s hide coloration though he would never give up his dragon.

Ra'fe remained because it was his weyr, where he impressed perhaps out of mistaken loyalty and that they had not crossed that line to make him leave. It was Tamlienth home. In all, Ra'fe follow through with his commitments even when he never signed up for them. Flights are something he and Tamlienth are still working out, but things are getting somewhat better. He doesn't like not being in control of his emotions and spends flights in his weyr.

[Dragon]
Name: Tamlienth
Age:11
Color: Bronze
Size:35

Personality: : If Ra’fe is a solider, then Tamlienth is a knight. He is honorable, obeying a strict code of rules, do not lie, and always attack head one being the major two. There was always announce yourself in battle, but Ra’fe wasn’t going to have it and Tamlienth edited to announce yourself in a duel. Ra’fe is letting that one lie, though he finds dueling to be idiotic. And his rider is very much is lord, and Tamlienth is loyal. In the hierarchy of authority, Ban listens foremost to his rider.

There is a lot of social grace in this small bronze. He makes a very firm effort into remembering everyone’s names. He loves gossip in all forms, one has to network, yes, and general needs to know what is going on now. ‘I’m sorry, to overhear, but what was that?’ It will not due for him to be blindsided, not at all. He is polite and courteousness to all, disregarding if he enjoys their company or not.

Meddling Tamlienth has long grieved over his riders, his lords, lack of courtesy and socialization in general. His rider is smart, and clever, and certainly has skills with his hand and body, but he could use a little polish when it comes to being polite. And what could be better than setting his rider up with someone?

Though humans are rather funny things, aren’t they? Fragile, and needy, and just so, so tiny. Most of them can’t even communicate correctly. Tamlienth is a tad elitist, not about colorist, but species. He’ll tolerate humans, finds them adorable in their weird bipedal ways, but ultimately, it would be better for them if they were all bonded to something that talked properly. Even flits manage to communicate in images, it just so much more convenient. Poor, things, they are so very deaf.

While Tamlienth will apologize to a dragon for overhearing their conversation, humans are freegame because they certainly need someone to watch out for them.
He is also a major romantic prone to falling in love with ladies and gents and waxing poetically at their perfection.



How do they feel about Thread?They hate it, it threatens to destroy their home and harm those they care about.

Are they willing to be there to help out their wing riders? How about dealing out any punishment that might be needed?More than willing to lend a hand and capable of tough love. Mess up and you have to take your punishment.

Why do they want to be Wing Second?Ra’fe wants to prove himself that he can do things by his own merit. Tamlienth just wants to hang out and be noticed and help where he can of course.

Rp isn't required, but I'd love to rp with my wing seconds. Are you ok with that? Being slow isn't a big deal.Yes

(must edit history tomorrow)

[Rider]
Name: Ay’ril
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Physical Description: At six feet tall, Ay’ril is of average height and of slender build. His dark auburn hair is cut fairly short, brushing the tips of his ears and hugging his neck in the back. He is light-skinned, but not pale, with hazel eyes and a slightly-snubbed nose.

Personality: Ay’ril is a good man, the type to peace-keep and encourage those in his circle to be the best they can be. He was always a nice fellow, but he could have easily turned out bitter and resentful, if he’d has the proper mindset for it. For turns he watched his younger brother A’myl, a whiterider, suffer all sorts of provocation and torment for his dragon’s color, and even got a little overflow himself, even though he was a bronzerider. Out of a sense of honor, he chose to keep his head above water, and tried his best to buoy his brother up, as well. They both worked hard and were careful of their own actions, and are both now in good standing as riders at High Reaches, though the color battle has, of course, never ended.

That doesn’t mean all is forgiven, however. He remembers each of those who caused harm to his little brother, and most certainly will not do them any favors. He also holds a lot of ire for one of his own brothers, for reasons he never speaks of.

Ay’ril is very careful around High Reaches natives, or those he knows are colorist or otherwise extremely traditional. He’s actually quite in line with the whole color ranking system, understanding that each color has a clear Threadfighting role for the good of all, but not with the way some look down their noses at the chromatics. Before he’d met his dear bronze Yffengeth, he’d been quite set on Impressing a blue, himself. For the life of him, he couldn’t see why any of them deserved to be picked on or thought to be “lesser” somehow. It’s led him to be acutely mindful of his expression and words when in mixed company.

When at ease, and occasionally as a defensive mechanism, Ay’ril is known to joke around make light of unpleasant situations to try and lift the mood. He used to be quite the prankster, until his whiterider brother became the butt of many humiliating and sometimes dangerous pranks. Now he just doesn’t do it, out of a concern that he might accidentally case harm to someone.

Three Positive Traits: Peacekeeper, playful, honorable, steadfast
Three Negative Traits: Grudging, somewhat resigned, mistrustful

History: Ayolfaril was born at Fort Hold to the Healers Iamagyol and Farnilene. His mother passed away in childbirth when he was five. The newborn boy, Farinalgo, was perfectly healthy. Iamagyol remarried some six or seven months later. Ayolfaril blamed his baby brother for their mother’s death and, by extension, for their father’s betrayal in remarrying so quickly. He was so young then that he couldn’t have understood that his father had the children’s best interests in mind when he brought their new mother, Terrila, into the home. There were three more children born of that union, the first of them being Ayolfaril’s half-brother Arrimyl, who came less than a turn after Iamagyol’s remarriage. Oddly enough, he had no qualms about loving those half-siblings, but he never had much of a relationship with Farinalgo, whom he preferred to spurn at every opportunity. Avoidance was far easier than dealing with his own feelings and attempting actual communication.

When he was old enough, he apprenticed as a Healer, doing general studies at first, then beasthealing. He was Searched by riders from High Reaches Weyr at fifteen, and was absolutely besotted with the blue dragon that noticed him, and with dragons in general, from that moment on. At his first chance after landing at the Weyr, he went to work with the resident Dragonhealers, wanting to learn everything they knew.

Two turns later, he found himself Standing in the middle of a bloody hatch. A girl was killed and a boy was nearly shredded to bits by a blue dragonet. There was a terrible moment when Ayolfaril thought that he was going to be the blue’s next victim, but it was another hatchling who fell upon him. The noise that went up from the stands made it clear that most onlookers expected more blood. There was a little, a few scratches and shallow punctures from tiny dragon claws, nothing too exciting. The dragonet who knocked the boy down had only tripped over its gangly newborn wings in its hurry to reach the auburn-haired boy who felt just right. Face to face in a tangled pile in the sand, bronze Yffengeth thanked Ayolfaril for breaking his fall, and Impression was made.

Two turns after that, Ay’ril and Yffengeth had become real Wingriders and part of the Trespassers Wing. They were both dedicated to their duties and it seemed they were on a direct course for a promotion somewhere down the line. Then Ay’ril’s young brother Arrimyl came to High Reaches, where he was unexpectedly Searched and Impressed a white dragon. From that day, Ay’ril’s life suddenly seemed to be all about protecting his brother instead of doing his duties as a bronzerider. He suffered some persecution of his own, by proximity to the white dragon and because of his apparent slacking off. He was not very popular, even among his fellow wingmembers.

Though Arrimyl and white Viyanakerth left High Reaches as soon as they graduated Weyrling training, the stigma remained. Ay’ril and Yffengeth returned to work at their previous high standards, but got little notice for it. Any Wingleaders who might have had an eye on them had since moved on to… untainted prospects. And yet they persevered with a good attitude, recognizing that their plight was nothing when compared to the ill-treatment that others had dealt with at High Reaches.

And their steadfastness paid off. When Thread began to fall over the planet, new riders poured into the Weyr by the dozens and were drafted into the wings. These were people who often didn’t know Ay’ril and Yffengeth’s history and who weren’t always so keen to follow the old traditions that were pounded into the weyrfolk, so the Trespassers Wing was suddenly home to quite a few rider pairs who got along well with the two. One of these new draftees was A’dras, rider of bronze Gareth.

Ay’ril gladly welcomed this new wingmember without treating him like an outsider. He did recognize the man from his previous visits to the Weyr, but otherwise knew little of him, except that the bronzerider was a hellion where the honor of his son Caderyn was concerned. It wasn’t long before they connected over their after-drill cups and talk of honor and family. Ay’ril had only recently become a father, and was still in awe over the tiny babe named Ayona. He confessed he’d do anything to protect her – from Thread, from falling down and hurting herself, or from being sad, anything and everything, all with equal fervor. The two men found that they understood each other, and formed a fast friendship. Ay’ril came to think of A’dras as both an elder brother and a bit of a second father – a father who rode a dragon, that is. His blood father never quite understood the politics and lifestyle of a dragonrider at High Reaches, so it wasn’t always easy to find a trustworthy and understanding ear.

They were comrades in arms for a turn before A’dras was promoted and received the honor of leading his own wing. Naturally, Ay’ril put in a request for transfer to that wing to remain with his friend and support him, never expecting that he might, perhaps, be considered for a promotion after all those turns of being overlooked.


[Dragon]
Name: Yffengeth
Age: 12
Color: Bronze
Size: 45’

Personality: Yffengeth is a very big dragon and little oafish on the ground, as if he isn’t really aware of his size. He’s always stubbing his toes or bruising his tail on something, if not actually knocking things or people over. Things just seem to jump into him on the ground! When flying, however, this dragon is a steady, strong foundation for the higher-flying ranks to build upon. He is a bronze through and through when it comes to duty. He can be counted on to not deviate from formation for anything less than necessity, and to carry out any task put to him by a ranking bronze, as long as his rider consents.

When off-duty, he is a sweet dragon, with an insatiable need for affection. He’s a lover of hugs and pats from all who will give them, and has been known to “steal” children from the creche now and then. He often amuses Ay’ril by acting overdramatic when he stubs his toe or gets snubbed by a shy child. He was much more serious about the dramatics when he was a hatchling, but these days, those scenes are just both man and dragon enjoying their silly little stageplays together.




How do they feel about Thread? If Threadfighting was entirely voluntary to High Reaches dragonriders, this pair would be one of the first to offer themselves up. Not only do they have loved ones to protect, it is their duty to fight, and they are content to do so, to the best of their ability.

Are they willing to be there to help out their wing riders? How about dealing out any punishment that might be needed? This rider will always take a moment out for his fellows’ needs. A team isn’t a team unless everyone is willing to work together to make sure everyone is taken care of. He’s watchful for signs of trouble, be it interpersonal clashes or health concerns, and try to head it off before it becomes a real issue. Ay’ril has seen enough violence and dissent in his twelve turns as a rider to give him the wherewithal to give correction without backing down. He’s inherited a bit of his mother’s mischievous streak – for less serious problems and personalities, he’ll often dole out “punishments” of such a silly nature that the scene usually ends in everyone laughing off the offense and getting back to actual business.

Why do they want to be Wing Second? The birth of his daughter Ayona has awoken something inside of Ay’ril – not a bright and shining hero, no – but a quiet, steadfast guardian to stand watch and shield her from any harm. It’s also awoken a new appreciation for A’dras, especially where it concerns the Wingleader’s (previously mystifying) devotion to his son, C’ryn. The man just makes sense to Ay’ril, and he’d be proud to follow him into battle to protect both their own children and all other young lives within their reach.

Rp isn't required, but I'd love to rp with my wing seconds. Are you ok with that? Being slow isn't a big deal. Yes, please!