[NPC] Weyrleader D'astel and Bronze Kentoth's weyr

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✖ Age: 34
✖ Gender: Male
✖ Orientation: Heterosexual
✖ Craft: N/A
✖ Rank: Weyrleader

✖ Physical Description: D'astel is six feet two inches. He couldn't tell you how much he weighs, but it's not too little and not too much. He's not fat, but he's definitely not muscular. That would require a type of work he just doesn't do.

His skin tone has gotten paler in the time he's spent as Weyrleader. Not surprising when most of his term involves being inside the Weyr, out of the sun, doing what needs to be done. By no means is he a ghost, though.

Both his eyes and hair are matching shade of chocolate-toned brown. He always has some hair around his chin, but it's neatly groomed. The efforts to keep up appearance annoy him, but alas, it's part of the job.

His nose is larger than average, but the structure of his face makes most people consider it more suitable than not. He's got a big head and so needs a big nose, thank you.

✖ History: D'astel can count the number of times he's been outside the Weyr prior to being Weyrleader on one hand. As is common with a good portion of rider children, he never knew which parents were his. (Of course, he suddenly found he had dozens of them after Kentoth flew a gold for the first time.)

Growing up, he was a kid who was just sort of there. Not shy, but not a class clown. Any reputation he had was for being scolded by the teachers when it came to strangers, and among friends being the go-to guy when you were in trouble and needed an idea of how to get out of it.

For as long as he could remember, one of his nearest and dearest friends has been the current Weyrlingmaster, R'o. They were seen together practically all the time. So much so, they warranted the type of suspicion that had to be dismissed after D'astel stood for the third time and Impressed a bronze.

He was put in a wing, and soon, became wingleader. The young man was content with this position until forced into the ranking of Weyrleader. Since then, he has done his best to uphold the title for the good of the Weyr, no matter if he truly wants it or not.

✖ Personality: The D'astel of today is a man who can influence people because his word and his mind are held in high esteem by a good number of Weyrfolk. But it was not always so. Not many would have gambled on him Impressing a bronze, and it's likely none would have wagered on him becoming Weyrleader. Childhood contained many accusations of him being a deadglow, and indeed, to the outside world he did seem slower than your average lad. Was it true? Not at all. He's never been one to pay attention to something he sees no practical use of. If D'astel felt he didn't need to learn it, he didn't bother trying. Truly an algebra teacher's worst nightmare.

The impression he made was not just stupid, but lazy, too. This is a tad bit more true, but for similar reasons. D'astel saves his energy for things worthy of his time. When something does pop up, he throws himself at it full force in a high-speed, no-nonsense effort to get it done as quickly and efficiently as possible that leaves spectators baffled. What appears to be chaos is not; in his work mode the Weyr is assured the situation is well under control.

People who pay more mind to actions than words will understand D'astel best. He is not shy, nor is he incapable of public speaking. (He's even good at it.) But if he lets his mind wander he forgets to keep talking, prone to expressing himself non-verbally with a gesture or facial expression. When he does speak, people know to listen, because D'astel doesn't sound off just to here his own voice. Social chatter he can give or take, but either way, he needs personal space to think. He wants to be able to move, to breath; not just in the literal sense but in the psychological one, too. Sometimes he will invade space that wasn't his to start with if it's part of an idea he needs to do, regardless of if anyone is already occupying it or not. In this respect, he is not so claustrophobic. He knows being so would make him a hypocrite. But if he thinks the Weyr is being threatened (which takes a substantial amount of evidence), he can and will get territorial.

D'astel's temper is a dusty box only taken out of the attic a few times a year. Getting him riled is not impossible, just very difficult. Peacemaker is his preferred role, and it's more likely someone will get into a shouting match on his behalf with him on the sidelines trying to calm both parties down. In his time as Weyrleader, he has grown to have a deep understanding of politics. He has learned what needs to be done is not always what he wants to be done. A difficult life lesson taught through trial and error. Wrongdoings have never kept him down long. He's got a knack for coming up with good ideas to avoid this breed of trouble in advance.

Crisis is a time in which he can be looked to to provide answers to life's tough questions. This man is the kind of connection that, if you're in a seat of power yourself, you want to have. He's a friend that will find you loopholes to help you out of a jam while still staying within the rules, even if it's just barely so. D'astel takes care of his own, but as of now, the Weyr falls under that category so he would never do anything to endanger it. Not for anyone.

He does tend to favor seniority. Old friends are given positions not so much because they're old friends, but because D'astel he's most familiar with. It takes him a while to get to know someone past the surface, but once he does, he feels he's learned more about them than they know about themselves; pros, cons and everything in between. Gossip holds no weight with him unless he's agreed with it a head of time. You say that boy who never caused trouble is the one who pranked the Headwoman? Non-sense. But if you're going to accuse the usual troublemaker, he'll buy that without a second thought.

With Luci as his competition, D'astel comes off as a stuffy, boring guy. He has plenty enough humor. It's just internal and kept mostly to himself or between Kentoth. If one is observant enough they may catch him during a funny thought and see his lips twitch upward. No subject fascinates and entertains him more than that of the feminine gender. He neither holds them as something special or looks down on them. They amuse and sometimes frighten him, and generally he considers it wise to leave them to their own devices when you get more than one together at a time.  

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Kentoth is louder and more ego-centric than his rider, but temperament is not what joined them together. Kentoth shares more important things with His, such as his desire to know only what he considers worth knowing. He is large and in charge, but spends energy in social situations rather than gaining it. He's demanding, moody and it takes a man like D'astel to give him attention when he wants then back off without complaint when he decides four seconds later he'd like to be left alone.

Females are creatures he finds perplexing and laughable. His reputation paints him as more of a jerk toward them than he intends to be. The reason he is harder on them is because of D'astel's refusal to keep the ladies in line. And, if His isn't going to do it, Kentoth will. If anything, he feels they should be grateful he thinks they can handle it and that he's not trying to coddle them like toddlers.

Action is Kentoth's middle name. His problem is that, if left on his own, he will look before he leaps. He needs D'astel to make quick decisions so he can make an educated jump, and his rider never lets him down. The bronze wants things to get done. Now. Sitting around talking about how this or that needs to be finished is never something you'll find him doing. What Kentoth says, Kentoth does. You will not stop him.

Kentoth's favorite thing to say is that he will stay Weyrleader. He chases Dorath to keep his power, not for more physical reasons, which he couldn't care less about. If he wants to worry about that, he'll go after a green. He's sure he'll catch her, too, because he is the alpha male. This is his Weyr, which means these are, in fact, his greens. His riders. His clutch. Mine, mine, mine.