Name: A'mir - Aamiran
Age: 51
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Weyr: Western Weyr - Formerly Weyrless/independent
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: n/a - Only unofficially trained by the rogue courtesans who he took to running around with. He specialized in dancing and massage though. Arts of distraction~
Physical Description: A'mir isn't a man of extraordinary proportions, being on the shorter side from an adult mostly due to substandard nutrition as a very young boy, standing at five foot six. He's always had a slight frame and tended towards being skinny as a youngster even when food was around, while puberty added a touch of lean musculature to him. Even now in his early fifties, he still only has slight muscular definition when he stretches or intentionally flexes. He doesn't tend to work out beyond the general activity needed to keep him fit for his job as a rider and now the physical therapy type of working to keep his thread scored knee in working order. Since leaving his original circumstances as a boy and growing into his own, A'mir takes a degree of care and pride in his appearance and upkeep. His long, straight night waist length hair was once entirely black, but has begun to grow a dark iron gray. When working, his hair is always pulled up or plaited up and out of the way where it won't get snagged or tangled in anything. His eyes are forest green, narrow and deep set, and, while he tries not to give away how he's doing, most days when he has quiet moments and down time seem to have a tired look to them. Clothing-wise, work clothes tend to be plainer though flattering in fit and color. Special event and gather clothes tend to have more interesting pattern or accessories. He takes pains to try to remain neat unless the work calls for getting messy, in which case he'll tolerate it, but will try to go clean up as soon as he possibly can. This sort of fussiness extends to his bondmate and his husband as well, the latter especially so during events. He'll fiddle with ties, buttons, and smooth wrinkles, finger comb hair. By thunder, any spouse of his is going to go out and about looking nice too! Talanth, fortunately, adores being cleaned and oiled so it doesn't take much convincing there.
Personality: A difficult boyhood caused A'mir to grow into a somewhat of a complicated man. His knee jerk reaction to new people or situations is often suspicion or mistrust. He's secretive about himself and his goings on unless he's become absolutely certain that the one inquiring of him or trying to get closer to him isn't doing so for ulterior motives, that they genuinely have interest and care about him or what he says. A'mir learned pretty early on the usefulness of being perceptive, to read faces, body language, key into tones of voice, see how people act and react off of others. He's not going to be nasty or overt about his suspicion or skepticism of new folk, but you can be certain he's going to be watching. Not just when they're directly speaking to him, but maybe if they happen to end up around each other. Perhaps during drills or in the dining hall, he might watch how they interact with fellow wingmates, friends, family. Briefly, of course. One tended to get farther using subtlety and keeping your head down than obnoxiousness.
Even still, his speaking voice is soft. His gestures tend to be close to his body or directly in front of him. He listens, observes, and then makes decisions from there. Until he's absolutely certain of things, this reserved rider will be hard pressed to share too much. Even those that he does let in, he's a slow burner in regards to letting much about himself be known. He's not proud about things he's done in the past, which can lead to bouts of moodiness, wherein the memories of people he's wronged or wrongs he's done have him withdraw and wallow in his regret. The funks used to last upwards of days when he was younger, but having Talanth to lean on, G'nik and Dazalth around for companionship have really helped. Not that he'd shout this from the roof tops. He loves them and shows it in his own little ways. Funks nowadays tend to last maybe a few hours to a day at the very most.
A tough start forged a hard working man. He had to strive and push for everything. He wasn't going to let his circumstances get the best of him. He doesn't mind work. It keeps him busy, helps him feel useful. Food, shelter, and safety are also perks. Then again it's nice to see the same faces day in and day out. See the greater goal that you're working for. A'mir values practicality. Glitz and glamor are...okay, but he'd prefer a flatteringly cut garment in a nice color to something ostentatious. Since having achieved the stability he lacked in his childhood, he's come to enjoy some personal pleasures. He's as healthy as he's ever been and nutritionally has what he needs to feed his body and mind. He enjoys looking nice and has a bit of a vain streak. No more sunken eyes or hollow cheeks, gnawing hunger in an empty gut. A'mir relishes the healthy skin and weight, the well maintained hair he has now. He doesn't even mind the graying, sporting a bit of iron and silver. He feels he's earned it and loves it, finding it distinguished. He enjoys cleanliness and is known for being fussy over himself and loved ones. A thing he discovered about himself is that he enjoys getting in touch with his sensual side. His focuses in his criminal troupe were dance and massage, and he is still quite happy to practice what he learned. He might not say grand orations of his affections, but he's ever willing to soothe and comfort with touch. Clasped hands, grasped shoulders, rubbed or patted backs are literally the least he does. Dance can lift spirits, can warm the soul. Touch can speak volumes without so much as an uttered word. If one doesn't know what to look for, one might miss this subtle man's expressions of how he feels and views those he interacts with.
Positive Trait List Hard working, practical, perceptive, subtle
Negative Trait List Suspicious/mistrustful, secretive, vain, regretful/moody
History: Aamiran entered a life of crime as a boy/preteen to escape the harsh, dismal reality of his home. He didn't know how to read, hunger was a near constant companion, and the work he was made to do was profoundly dangerous. He had grown tired of having to fight tooth and nail for every single scrap that came to him. He came to a point where he couldn't take it any longer and he decided to strike out for greener pastures with a few rather shady folks that were passing through. From the few interactions and conversations Aamiran had with them, they seemed to be a decently safe bet to get away from his dismal circumstances. He didn't ask or let anyone know of his departure. Why bother? Nobody cared for him, so they probably wouldn't have missed him, other than perhaps missing one of the few people who could crawl into the tight spaces for one reason or another. No, he didn't even think of ever looking back. There was nothing for him there, save for quite possibly a life of misery, toil, and very likely an early death.
Now having fallen in with a decently organized group of nomadic courtesans and career criminals, Aamiran was hungry for work, to prove himself, and he made for a very eager pupil for picking up the trade, tools, and skills that he would need for the job. For the first time in his young life, Aamiran could get a meal when he was hungry and usually had a few extra marks to his name for whatever he decided to use them for. It was work, but it was also freedom he had never experienced before. Sure, sometimes luck and circumstance were against him, but he and his ragtag group of deviants could move along to new locations or scatter themselves to the winds with the agreement to meet up again after an agreed upon amount of time.
Around the age of twenty, he found himself in Western Weyr after a Queen had clutched. He was due to leave in a day or two when the humming announcing that the eggs were beginning to hatch thrummed around the Weyr. Thinking why not, Aamiran decided to grab a seat and watch. After all, he was hardly ever in or near enough to a Weyr when such an exciting event was going on. What he wasn't expecting was when one of the blue dragonets from out on the sands locked eyes with him and spoke directly into his mind. He Impressed Talanth that day, much to his bewilderment, and became A'mir.
Never having been a candidate and still not being the best at reading, he was put into remedial weyrling lessons so that he could be brought up to speed with reading and what was now expected of him as a future rider. A'mir really took to reading once he got the knack of it. It was almost as if a whole new world had opened up to him. He didn't mind the extra effort of essentially starting from square one as a weyrling. Working had never been a problem for him, plus having access to three squares a day and a set place to lay his head down at night were grand. Once he finished with his remedial training, A'mir joined the rest of his fellow weyrlings around the time their dragons were ready to learn to fly. It was here where he officially became acquainted with G'nik. While he did a lot of growing up as a weyrling, he still felt the pull of his previous life, the freedom that he had. So, after a little over a turn, he left Western to resume his roving, criminal lifestyle, G'nik tagging along.
Upon leaving Western, A'mir tried reaching out to the members of his wayward criminal associates that he was still semi-close with, but was met with mixed results. Either they weren't interested in giving him the time of day, or some of the things they were asking made him wary of involving G'nik or the dragons. He dabbled with them on the occasion, nothing major, but eventually set out on his own. He knew what he was comfortable with exposing G'nik to and made certain to frequent places that his companion could find work and things himself. While a decent portion of his income came from shady activities, he also took plenty of above board work to help make ends meet. A'mir was a difficult man to get close to, but over time he grew closer with G'nik. It had actually taken a couple of turns for him to realize or actually let the fact that G'nik had a crush on him sink in. As more romantic inclinations grew, A'mir made sure to keep far enough from Western so that perhaps word of his illicit and under the radar activities might not reach them, which would still leave his now significant other's home Weyr as a safe harbor if the going got rough, or if they were just wanting to swing by and visit if the desire to do so struck them. Several more turns on, A'mir having grown used to sharing of himself and letting G'nik in, asked to take his hand in marriage, so they wouldn't just be weyrmates but spouses as well. His and G'nik's relationship had gone through trials and tribulations to grow into a deep and loving partnership after a couple of decades together.
If he had only known how desperately they would come to need that haven in a time of dire need. Life had been going well. The last thing that they expected to disrupt their peace was the return of Thread. Their dragons had gotten out no worse for wear, as did G'nik. However A'mir caught the worst of it with a tangled knot of that silvery death fell across his knee. His boots delayed the realization of his being hit until it ate through the thick leather. An emergency hop between rid him of the source, but the damage was done. Severely injured and in need of prompt help, the four of them hopped between to arrive in Western so that A'mir could be tended to. He was lucky that he didn't get his leg amputated, the damage hadn't been quite that deep. Though it did damage tendons or muscle or both around his knee, making it stiff and, unless he works it with, difficult to flex. Once it was certain that A'mir wasn't going to die and was stable enough for visitors, G'nik rushed to his side, worrying over his ailing love and insisting, pleading that they consider staying in Western for safety and security, and, with the Threads return, they could be of more use in a Weyr proper. Seeing the reason in his beloved's request and finding that more protection for his husband and their bondmates was more appealing than risking it alone again, A'mir agreed that they should take to living in Western, and that is where they've finally laid their roots.
Other: For books and meals, he consumes them in one of two different speeds, astonishingly fast or super slow. He can clear a plate in the span just a few uttered sentences or savoring the meal for an hour or more. When reading, he seems to either pound through books like they are water in a desert or consider, ponder, and reread a book for possibly months or longer, just drinking in every last thing he can take away from it. There is no in between.
He has a benign tremor in his hands that he does his best to keep downplayed. However, when angry, upset, stressed, excited, etc, his shaking hands become harder to hide. He's sought advice, but as far as any healer has told him, he's fine and there doesn't seem to be any obvious cause to his jittering hands.
DRAGON
Name: Talanth - (Talan - Qunlat word for truth)
Age: 31
Color: Blue
Size: 29'
Physical Description: On the larger end of the size spectrum for Blues, Talanth is a well proportioned fellow though somewhat long of limb, sturdy without having the bulk on him that would put him closer in build and stamina to Browns. There's a sinuousness to this fellow that is evident both when he moves about on the ground and when flying through the air.
Personality: While His is a difficult man to come to know, Talanth openly and genuinely enjoys forging relationships and more openly trusting what is said to him. Sure, His warns caution, but if others are interested in investing time and effort into them, they should try to do the same! This is a blue that wants to see his rider and those they interact and work with succeed in their endeavors. Talanth means well, but can get frustrated at a lack of any notable progress or obstacles in work, social endeavors, or instruction, (anything dealing with His being the notable exceptions) and, once frustration sets in, his drive to push through the difficult patch has a tendency to diminish. A frustrated Talanth, without any nudging or encouraging from A'mir, is a dragon who may well just let something sit on a back burner indefinitely or try to drag someone else into the thing that's bothering him so he doesn't have to worry about it so much any more. Their thirty one turns together have helped, but sometimes frustrations can't be avoided.
He's a Blue that enjoys down time to the fullest. Music and dancing are always wonderful to seeing and hear. He LOVES bath time and getting oiled. He enjoys flirting and pitching woo, if the mood strikes him. For him, Flights are fun, but he has no illusion that Golds are far outside of his wheelhouse. He enjoys chasing Greens and, if he fails, he fails. No big deal. There's next time or maybe he give forging a relationship outside of the rush of mid-Flight a go, built on respect, affection, and such. He doesn't crave or ache for want of love. If it happens, great! If not, he's fully capable and happy to do his own thing. Talanth can be rather finicky though, and, being the honest, if sometime overly so, fellow he is, will His or the offender know exactly what's up. While he might not start gossip, he may offer up his two cents if a person, dragon, or subject comes up that he feels miffed about. He's pretty tactful in his honesty, but can get snippy if he feels something is lacking or something didn't meet his hopes or expectations.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: One of my starter pack Blues - [
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