D'an and Green Aliath's weyr in Igen

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✖ THINGS TO NOTE: D'an (born 'Donathan') has lived in the Weyr his entire life, and as such will be known by some fellow Weyrbrats / other riders prior to an actual RP. His reputation as a teenager speaks of a young man who played ringleader for many, many pranks. He was the class clown, so to speak, and very hungry for attention and approval from his candidate brothers. He would have likely bullied someone homosexual (or suspected of it), overweight or otherwise "lame" for this approval if it would make him more popular among his peers; he is much more likely to make fun of boys than girls, and would never make fun of an attractive female.

He has almost always been a womanizer, and may have some bad blood between other males (and possibly some women) for "stealing" their girlfriends or crushes. Likewise, some female residents of the weyr may either have a thing for him or despise him entirely for his hit-and-run approach to them. Sans when he was a Jr. Weyrling, D'an has always gotten around bedroom wise. He also has a reputation of urging Aliath to fly dragons with female riders, then bragging about how "good" he was during in the aftermath. (And it's true, to the dismay of many.)

D'an has a history with the Rising Sun and Sandstorm some people may know of. (See 'History' for more details) He is very loud about his "loyalty" to Sandstorm and will trash talk Theron's group while simultaneously praising Iathe and her followers (including himself). He claims to "know" Iathe will be the best goldrider ever. His views on the Flying Wherries have yet to be publicized, so others are left to assume what they will.

Since Impressing he has become more smooth and a much better sweet talker. He has actively apologized to many people for these wrong doings (if it's sincere or not as another matter, but he certainly makes it seem so). In spite of that, his playboy habits have only progressed. However, his taunting is now on the down low and it's rare for him to outwardly insult anyone.

There are many suspicions and rumors regarding his Impressing Aliath. Some are that he intentionally "stole" the spotlight to gain the dragon, but most people (especially those who actually know him) just find it hilarious that his stupid showboating got him stuck with such a green. (See Aliath's post under "Impressing" for more details.)

Finally, D'an is a gambling man (as seen in his membership of Sandstorm). He's not necessarily good at it, but he is very good at cheating. It is not completely unheard of for him to be outed (though it is incredibly rare), and he may owe someone money from losing bet.

Feel free to use any of the above as IC knowledge for long time Weyr residents, be they candidates, rider or staff of some sort. Unless it's extremely unlikely it would happen (example: D'an making fun of one of the prettiest girls in the Weyr), you don't even have to run it by me, since it's very possible D'an would have harassed, slept or otherwise been involved with someone and not bothered remembering who they were.

✖ Age: 24
✖ Sex: All man, baby.
✖ Orientation: Heterosexual. Very heterosexual. What? You don't believe him. Send your sister his way and he'll prove it! Or even your mom! He stops at your mom's mom. Old people are gross.
✖ Craft: Vintercraft - Vineyard worker / "professional" taster.
✖ Rank: Apprentice

✖ Physical Description: Standing at average height for a man his age and somewhat underweight, D'an is a dashing young fellow and he knows it. His face is more long than round, he has moderately sized features (nose, ears, etc.), but his hands are plenty big. You know what they say about a man with big hands, don't you? He has sleek, black hair, dark skin and brown eyes. He also has many scars, and four or more stories for each one. Most likely, none of them are true.

✖ History: D'an has a boring history, and surprisingly, he doesn't try to make his background more exciting (though he may put a greater than necessary emphasis when speaking of a specific event). He was born in the Weyr to a smith and a female dragonrider. He Impressed the same year he was searched.

Prior to that, D'an first worked with his father as a smith, but changed careers to vintercraft teenager because of his above average sense of taste with whiskey, beer and especially wine. He didn't join a gang until such time, at which point he was heavily leaning toward the Rising Sun. However, D'an became infatuated with many women from other factions and couldn't bring himself to intentionally avoid them. The turning point, though, was when Aliath forgot which blue it was who had the female rider D'an wanted and let one with a male rider catch her instead.

Since D'an didn't want to drop to the bottom of the totem pole just as badly as he wanted to never sleep with another man again (he couldn't walk right for days!), he pledged loyalty to Sandstorm mostly for their support of female riders and that was that.

✖ Personality: His friends would say if it's female with two legs and twitch, D'an is after it like a fly to honey. (You may be surprised to learn he has friends.) But he'll have you know he does have his standards; they're just vain, appearance-based ones. Fat chicks may need love too, but they're not getting it from him without a drink or six. (Or seven or eight or nine or twenty--Shards, guys, D'an is drunk again!) A pretty girl, however, could easily con him into all sorts of things, and their reputation wouldn't matter a bit. He's not the judgmental type, okay? –Hey, you. The ugly one over there. Stop looking at him.

D'an likes to think he has a tongue of silver, and to an extent, it's true. If flattery really does get you everywhere, then this boy is going places. Depending on how you look at it, D'an's intuitive understanding of people and situations can be a good or bad thing. Usually bad. He's not nosy, but he is “curious”, and tends to learn everything about everyone quickly as he can. That's why he always has at least a small idea of what people want to hear, and he's got no problem playing yes man, especially to the bold and the beautiful. Those are the kinds of people he associates himself with. Everyone else, step aside.

If you run with the mutts, you get fleas. D'an does not want fleas.

He doesn't want to fight either. It's a waste of his time. But he could be very good at it if he let himself. That's verbal fighting, not physical fighting. D'an might portray himself as a warrior in the making, but if anything, he'd run screaming from a little girl if she had so much as a dull kitchen knife on her. He's a coward, and won't brave most obstacles unless they're for the sake of getting attention from that lovely little brunette who keeps scowling every time he looks at her. Don't try and insult him, ladies. It only makes the chase more satisfying. To his credit, he truly isn't territorial about them and is more than happy to share the limelight with his fellow man. There's enough chicks to go around. Relax! (If she chooses to go with him instead, well, he can't very well be blamed.)

Excuses are his best friend, even ranking before his dragon, whom he expects to put on a good show for the crowd. Deep down, he knows he's a wuss, but that doesn't mean he wants to look like one. He could do whatever you're doing if he wanted to. He just doesn't want to, and he's never short of reasons why. To maintain his image, he gravitates toward those who are naturally talented or successfully. The less he has to try and show someone up, the better. Because in reality he couldn't do it. Unless it's a drinking contest or poker. In that case, you're on.

Another favored facade is the there-for-you guy. He seems much more loyal to his leaders and friends than he is, at least on an emotional level. The only exception is Aliath. He cares deeply for his dragon. Maybe not as much as he should, but the affection is there. There are worse guys in the world (somewhere), but at the end of the day, D'an does put D'an first. It just so happens he has to rely on other people to do that sometimes.

In short, D'an is that kind of guy in a movie you love to hate. He's a playboy, a cheater, and always guarding his own a**. He's the solider who signs up for the Army, but never expects them to actually go to war. Thread fall will be an eye-opening time for this lad no matter how ready he thinks he is.  

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To put it simply, Aliath has the memory of a goldfish. Events don't stay with her more than a day, and even a day is pushing it. Aliath is bound to repeat things she does and says, and has even been known to reintroduce herself to Hers. She'll never forget her rider, but often forgets what transpires between them. She remembers names and faces a little longer, but it's not uncommon for her to be unable to put two and two together. Something has to be truly traumatic or life-altering for her to remember as long as another dragon would.

Despite her difficulties, Aliath is a very positive dragon. She doesn't see anything wrong with her lack of ability to recall mundane things; she can still preform during wing practice. While it took her significantly longer than anyone else in her clutch, Aliath can preform to adequate standards. Yes, she needs help now and then from Hers, but Aliath knows no shame and has no problem asking. Her good disposition does not leave her to panic easily; if she is completely unsure, she will either copy someone else or ask the Winglesser. Aliath is no genius, but she isn't unintelligent, either.

Flights mean nothing to Aliath, she barely remembers the winner just a little while later, anyways! Her rider can sway her very easily and it is doubtful Aliath will ever take on a mate of her own, though she has no objections to her rider doing such. (It is unlikely, however, she'll remember the circumstance, at least in the beginning.). Aliath is very trusting and trust worthy. She always tells the truth to the best of her abilities and assumes her rider to do the same. Since she generally can't remember past events, she never remembers harm done against her. It's hard to learn from your mistakes when you can't remember them.

It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of Hers, or if he ever does anything bad--Alirath will always forgive him, just because she can't remember whatever it is! Her ignorance lets her be brave, simply because she doesn't know any better, and she'll always try her hardest to put on the show D'an wants her to.

Impressing:

It had been some time now since any of the eggs had hatched. Not enough time to be worried, but more than enough to be impatient. The candidates stood eagerly on the sands, each biding their time their own way. At last, one of the smaller eggs began to quiver. The shell broke slowly, piece by piece falling apart, and out stumbled a very light green with eyes to match. It was so nice to be in the fresh air! Many women of the crowd found her clumsy display charming and cooed toward the youngster.

But the green was on a mission, and she paid them no mind as she stood to look around the crowd of boys. The egg beside her rocked, devouring her attention whole. Curiously, she nosed at the flawless shell. Come out! she was urging her clutchmate. Come out and see this sky!

What was she doing again?

Oh! Right!

The green faced the assembly of males again. She bowled right through three candidates, luckily causing no harm beyond a scratch or two. Fear was not something she understood, and even if she had, there was no time for it now! Hers was waiting!

--There he was!

Off to her left, a young man named Donathan was taunting the new hatchling with mocking commentary. "Look at that thing! It can't even walk! I bet if someone poked her, she'd fall flat on her face!"

The candidate next to him laughed at the banter, but elbowed Donathan in the side as a gesture of disapproval. "I don't think you're supposed to be touching them. Besides, you'd get mauled. That one might be mad enough to go between even. Doesn't look like she knows where she's going."

"I would not! I'll prove it." And before anyone could hold him back, Donathan pushed his way through the people in front of them and toward the floundering green. She was on her way North, toward one boy in particular now, though none of them knew it. He'd just touch her back quickly and run for it. Who else would have bragging rights like this?

Almost...

Almost...

Yes! Donathan had brushed two fingertips against the dragon and lived to tell about it.

The green stopped dead in her tracks and cranked her head around to see what was happening. Such a simple task nearly had her toppling over again, but she managed in time to see him running away.

Oh! That must be Hers coming to get her! How nice of him! She'd made a very good decision!

The former choice was quite literally forgotten, and she followed this fleeing boy instead, plowing through whomever was foolish or slow enough to stay in her way. Happily, she nudged Donathan's hand. Your Aliath can not go so fast yet! Mine, you must wait for me!

"...What?!" Donathan erupted, causing more of a stir than he already had. No, you're making a mistake!

Silly Mine! --Oh, look! There is another who has come to join us! Aliath struggled to see the newborn green in her search. What a very pretty dragon! She hoped she would find Hers very soon!

Oh! She'd almost forgotten!

Hello, D'anmine! Your Aliath has found you!

"Yeah, you... said that..."

Shards. This was going to be a long day.  

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