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You fly what? Er.. No, that's no problem...
Thanks to his time in High Reaches, L'fer is still a little wary of bronzeriders. He's aware of his own biases, and does his best to correct them, but I would love to see someone come up with an idea for a bronzerider that would get past the extra scrutiny they'll probably be given. (And hopefully help him deal with his bronze-phobia too!)

Say it like that, only nicer.
Though he doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, L'fer's sense of honesty makes it hard for him to sugarcoat criticism when asked about it directly. He would be well served by someone who could take his suggestions and wrap them in a nicer packaging.

Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?
Feel free to plot in a prior connection if you like. They probably would have run into each other before at Western, but I'm also down if people want to work or something from before then, either from High Reaches or when he was wandering.

Brothers (and others) in arms
There's a good chance L'fer's second would be someone he's flown with before, probably on the same wing. What were they like when they were wingmates? Did they get along? How does your rider view the change now that they're different ranks?

Reporting for Duty!

Name: F'rar (formerly Finrar)
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Physical Description: What was once a scrawny frame filled out with constant trainings and drills. Simply put: Dragonriding looks good on F'rar. His chest is broad and his shoulders and core muscles strong from practice and self imposed work outs, all the more to lose the skinny scarecrow look. His legs are strong to keep a-seat his wispy bronze as the two fight thread in the sky and no one could ever call him short. F'rar stands above six feet with all the grace of a big cat holding itself in check by force and can easily fill a room with his presence, easy going though it is.

Some see his cool gray eyes as cold when they view him from afar, but they can warm to a molten liquid when he is smiling and introducing himself. His fast and broad smiles fit his broad features perfectly and more than one have reacted to his roguish grins with slightly colored cheeks. Brown hair is shorn short on his head and barely touches his ears if he can help it. This in part is because he likes to ferret art supplies behind his ears and dislikes having to wash paint out of his hair. It can be very messy.

The soul that shows in his every feature and gesture is hard to ignore and his charisma shines when he is surrounded by others. And this is good as he can sometimes be offputting when wearing a coat made up of various colors of paint all over his body.

Personality: F'rar could be considered the Pern version of a Hippy, if such a thing actually existed. He has a happy-go-lucky demeanor that he uses to bring sunshine into every life that he meets, whether that means showing them kindness in hard moments or offering his skills as a painter to physically show them the bright rays, he'll try everything. His laid back attitude comes from his loving family and the fact that he was born in one of the more progressive Holds that allowed him to pursue any interest that he might have had. And F'rar had showed an interest in everything before finally settling on painting after a visit to Ista Hold where he saw a stunning sunset on the beach. His parents encouragement for him to become an apprentice to the Arts Hall gave him the boost that he needed to pursue his dream of painting anything that popped in his mind. F'rar can become distracted sometimes in his free times if there is something beautiful that catches his eye and a deep need to paint overcomes him. Many of his paintings have been tossed in the rubbish, almost always by himself as he knows that he could do better with more time. However he will not allow himself that time with his full schedule.

While F'rar can be a bit of a dreamer he knows hard work and is unafraid of it. His laid back attitude has been misconstrued as laziness in the past by those that deem artistry beneath a dragon rider. Those that whisper could not be more wrong, F'rar and his loyal bronze are more than happy to take to the air to serve their duties without a single complaint and often are the ones training the hardest during drills. To the calm rider, drills and fighting thread come first and his own desires second, nothing could ever stop him from protecting the holds that might give another child a chance. If he flies Pinaarth a little harder than he means to he will spend the rest of the evening rubbing down the small bronze dragon's muscles and tending to any needs he might have.

Any doubts that he may have about himself and his position in the Weyr after his Impression are deftly dashed from his mind by his lovely Pinaarth. His doubts are almost always of his own abilities, having impressed after the age of twenty one and already having been a Journeyman Artist at the time of his Search, he does not believe that he can be nearly as effective as his fellow riders that have been around dragons for much longer than him. As such he is incredibly accepting of anyone regardless of features, dragon color, attitude, or birth circumstances because he believes that everyone deserves a chance to find their true purpose in life. F'rar will meet anyone with open arms if they need assistance or just a kind ear and shoulder to lean on.

History: Fort Hold was where his parents came to settle after they met during their travels as Journeyman and the Herbalist and Teacher fell head over heels for one another. Finbar and Teirar were very much in love and brought a brilliantly adjusted and accepting child from infancy to adulthood with all the grace that their loving hearts could muster. They encouraged their young son every step of the way, even after Finrar accepted his apprenticeship with the Harper Hall to study the Arts they did what they could for him. It was their pride and love that kept him from becoming corrupted later in life when hardship would rear its head.

Finrar studied the Arts at Fort Hold under his Master until he walked the tables to journeyman in his late teens. He loved Hold life but he longed to travel across the continents to find more beautiful things for his paintings. With the blessing of his parents, heartsick though they were, Finrar left to travel across the continent to the west. Boat rides, Dragon rides, and uncomfortable carts later, Finrar made it to Western Hold with many paintings shoved into his packs and completely out of paint. He scrambled to find art supplies in the more rugged Hold where he found himself but was appalled to find that art supplies were few and far between in the West. Heartbroken but not deterred from finding supplies with which to paint the beautiful scenery around him, Finrar stumbled from Herbalist to crafter until he gained an understanding of the plants that could create the colors that he wished to convey on canvas. All the while he was using charcoal to sketch the inhabitants of the Hold, human and beast alike.

Once in the possession of a paint again he set about painting the brilliant blue dragon and his rider that sat watch for the Hold during the days. He was impressed to find a myriad of opportunities to paint the dragon and rider as well as others that sat watch when they were absent. However his interest did not go unnoticed by those around the Hold that found it odd. Any chance members of the Hold got,they would criticize his work and skills, even making cutting remarks about his desire to paint the dragons that seemed to dominate the skies in many of his paintings. His confidence broke and flagged along with his happiness for being in the Hold much longer. Content to begin traveling again to a place that might be more accepting of his artistry, Finrar was traveling towards a smaller hold when attacked by a group of what he could only believe were bandits. Losing many of his belongings and suddenly finding himself in a dangerous situation that he had no knowledge of how to get himself out of, the young man was saved when a passing green rider who stepped in to assist him.

Impressed by the strength of character that the rider and his dragon possessed, Finrar offered himself into their service despite many admonishments that they didn't need any aid. The dragon showed more interest than her wild looking rider and seemed to insist that he be brought back with them, though how or why Finrar was unsure of. It didn't really matter as he was taken back to Western Weyr with them all the same and placed roughly before the candidatemaster. Confused, and beginning to border on angry despite himself, the Journeyman attempted to decline the offer, but was pressed back before the master by the green dragon who's name he would learn was Asilaeth. Though completely caught off-guard by the desire for him to stand at Impression, Finrar took the rare opportunity to stay at the Weyr and further his craft. He drew and painted dragons for their riders, painted portraits for the leaders of wings and Weyr alike, caught the impish nature of the Weyrbrats at their finest, and did his best to make friends with anyone that would allow him. During his time as a candidate, a confusing time to be sure, he was constantly watching the dragonmen and women who flew drills in the sky that mocked fighting the menace of Thread that he had heard Harpers sing of since his childhood. He talked to riders and candidates, gaining an interest despite himself in the ways of riders and their dragons. Riders laughed when he described how he'd come to the Weyr, explaining to him that he had essentially been Searched by mistake and that the small green must have seen something in him that stood a chance at Impression. Finrar's studies finally explained to him what Impression was, but he didn't completely understand the concept as he'd never seen one in person.

At the age of twenty one he stood as a candidate before a clutch laid by a beautiful gold dragon he had once painted. The white that he wore seemed sterile compared to the gathering of humans and jeweled dragons that watched as each egg cracked. Many hatchlings spilled forth, blues and greens, browns and bronze dragons too, but Finrar was distracted by the colors and the blood as the hatchlings sought their lifemate. Two boys, much younger than himself, were bowled over by a frantic bronze hatchling that screamed in confusion. Confusion that Finrar felt deep within his own heart. Lurching forward, the young man grabbed the hatchling and whispered calm words to him, telling him of sunrises and sunsets, open oceans and gentle fields that called for him.

I can see all of these? The voice in his mind was calm but it startled him all the same. Finrar nearly fell backwards away from the small bronze but felt a claw hook into his abdomen and forced himself to stare into the eyes. The rainbow swirl that he saw dissolved into purple and he found himself grinning like a full-blown fool. Take your Pinaarth there! Beautiful, wonderful Finrar, show me the things you hold in your kind heart.

Four years passed swiftly, training and drills, cleanings and oilings, trainings and watches set in silence save for their mystifying connection. It seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, but for all the work that he put into it F'rar could hardly agree with that sentiment. The once scrawny painter became a strong dragonman under the guidance of teachers and his own blossoming bronze dragon. However he still sought out extra help while he was training, looking to the riders in the wings around him for guidance. One rider, a green rider named L'fer, who seemed to be nothing but uncomfortable around him and attempted to avoid him, though not outright, became the object of his unending questions. This caused issues in the form of awkward silence finally filled by a quick response and a flash of green wings as Morpeth would bear her rider away from his questioning face. It was the first time since Western Hold that he was met with anything that even resembled dislike or awkward distrust. That was all it took for him to seek out the rider at all times, wanting to earn L'fer's trust, or at the very least not have him look at him as though he were going to say something off-color or biting. When the rider was ushered up to Wingleader he decided to quietly work towards being a member of his wing no matter the cost, still unsure of what could possibly be the issue that he had with him. F'rar was frustrated to find that it was the color of his dragon, but he took heart when Pinaarth told him to treat the older rider with the same kindness and happy demeanor that he treated everyone.
Other: Is there a Pernese equivalent to "Paint me like one of your French girls."? Because I want there to be. XD

DRAGON
Name: Pinaarth
Age: 4
Color: Bronze
Size: 36'
Personality: An elegant and eloquent dragon that would rather deal with others amicably than argue even the slightest, Pinaarth is an intelligent dragon that uses his wits to fight both harsh words and actions. Through his connection to his rider, the small bronze dragon sees a vibrant world of color that he often pities others for being unable to see, besotted by the imagination that his rider conveys with his heart. Though he is young he can be seen as wise by others because he would rather listen to all sides before speaking himself, not wanting to have half truths come from his own mouth.

Despite his elegance he is strong, conditioned through very recent trainings to grow into his body, however small it is deemed for a bronze. Pinaarth does not shirk his duties in the interest of leisure, he will gladly take wing to fight Thread with gusto that others have mockingly called false bravado. His small stature can be a sore spot in his otherwise armored indifference to insult and has nearly started a fight or two among himself and larger dragons that would think less of his skills thanks only to size. With F'rar's control he has avoided such conflicts and simply does his best to outfly any of his nay-sayers.

While he can be a bit vain about his appearance, Pinaarth has come to grips with the fact that his bronze hide has more than once been littered with splatters of paint courtesy of his loving rider. Blues, whites, vibrant purples, and reds have mottled his soft skin at any given time either in the air as splash-back or in the Weyr when he looks at a painting. He calmly informs F'rar of his need for a bath afterwards and makes light of the response he receives when his beloved rider realizes the extent to which he became an unwilling canvas.


How do they feel about Western Weyr's politics? F'rar saw many Weyrs and Holds while traveling in his late teens as a Journeyman and holds Western in a particularly high esteem. He finds the relaxed nature of the riders and the rugged surroundings to be invigorating and often uses these as an example of why Western's culture has drawn so many riders. The pair of them hope to aid in Western's continued existence by becoming strong and reliable Thread fighters.

Why would they make a good Wingsecond? As hard workers and strong fliers, despite size, the pair do have aspirations that they are beginning to realize. F'rar's happy nature and ability to look at the bright side of anything make him useful when it comes to dealing with others and he can relate to just about anyone no matter who they are.

Why do they want to be a Wingsecond? Even though he is young F'rar wants to prove himself as a flier that can be relied upon to do what must be done for the good of Wing and Weyr and Pinaarth is eager to prove himself a particularly strong flier in any position.

Why are they a good match for Fire Storm/L'fer in particular? F'frar's laid back and very good at dealing with people, whether it be in a positive or negative light, he is usually able to make anything negative take on a silver lining. His mother, being a teacher, taught him that calmer heads often prevail in any situation and he is rarely caught off guard since adjusting to life in the Weyr full of dragons and riders. His unique perspectives could bring some ease to the "bronze-phobia" as his personality is a complete 180 of what L'fer was most likely used to in a bronze rider. It also helps that as a young rider he would look up to L'fer despite any bias that might be had against him, even if it might irritate him slightly.

Do you have any ideas for RPs/plots within the wing? I'd be more than happy to plot! F'rar is gaining his ambition outside of his dreamer interior and it would be nice for someone to crack his shell and make him into a more hardened rider. He'll always be a painter at heart and a dragon rider with his spirit, so the two parts of his personality coming together would be fun to see placed directly with another dragonrider that might not share the same peaceful or dreamy views. Seriously, I'm up for just about any plot.

Reporting for Duty!

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 in the weyr till thread fall 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. And then they crossed it. It was Tamlienth home. In was a commitment, Ra'fe follow through with his commitments even when he never signed up for them. But he just can’t see or stand the thoughts of green and blues just being thread folder. So he filed for transfer to western in the last turn. 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

Feel of voice: The crackle of frost and crisp chilled mountain peaks, the undertone of pine branches, and the watchful feeling of night shining eyes skittering in the night snow.

Appearance: Small in size, and mainly dull in color, Tamlienth is not an impressive bronze. At thirty five feet in length from horn nubs to tail tip, he is built for speed and agile twists.


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, Tan 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 Western Weyr's politics? Ra'fe is still trying to figure out it is real and unwind. He is still tightly wound and part of him wants to dive in and breath and just prove himself and other part is this is just too good to be true. Tamlienth is just completely confused with the change. It seems odd but not terrible just different.

Why would they make a good Wingsecond? Ra'fe a hard worker that wants his team to succeed. Tamlienth is a cheerful happy bronze that going to do his hardest.

Why do they want to be a Wingsecond? Ra'fe might just want to smush his teams success in high reaches face.

Why are they a good match for Fire Storm/L'fer in particular? From the same place and perhaps didn't leave for the same reasons, but maybe a slight brother in arm slash save him L'fer.

Do you have any ideas for RPs/plots within the wing?Pffhs I want Ra'fe to finally unwind and be able to smile and actually maybe laugh...