I WANT TO RIDE A DRAGON!
Rider's Name: M'cel
Rider's Age: 39
Rider's Sex: Male
Rider's Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rider's Secondary Craft: --
Personality:
Some riders seem to thrive on drama, some thrive on harming others. M'cel? He thrives on neither. Drama? Hell no? Being cruel? Puh-leeze. M'cel is a lover, not a fighter. He wants an easygoing, fun life. Drama and those who cause it have no place in his personal life. In his work life? They're tolerated and dealt with as best he can.
This rider has a golden touch with people, perfectly paired with his silver tongue. M'cel is rather quick witted and equally quick to spit out his funny little phrases. He's charismatic and handsome, and people tend to like to have him around for placating those who's tempers seem to get the best of them. He uses logic and cheer to make his points, and seemingly never looses his temper.
Like many humans in their prime, M'cel loves to be around those who can be... Woo'd. Though he doesn't flirt for a tumbling after anymore, flirting and compliments seem to be his second language. He can find nearly anything to compliment someone about, and they slip out of his mouth easier than other words. He'll flirt with just about anyone. (G'deon doesn't get flirted with. Oh, no. Never. Do you think he has a death wish?) He's never serious about it. Just friendly.
While some Weyrborn may think they're better, M'cel is not one of those people. Sure, it makes him different, but no better by default. One must prove themselves before they can be judged. He is tolerant of those from outside the Weyr as long as they're nonthreatening. With holders, at least. Other riders? Well...
Did you know M'cel loves Force? Because he does. It's, quite honestly, the best Weyr ever. And the Dragons? Oh, yeah! Awesome! Look at how many bronzes, and our great Queens! We just had another queen egg! How long has it been since your last queen egg? M'cel adores his Weyr and is fiercly loyal to those in charge of it. His sense of pride in his Weyr is shown in himself and those he loves. They're obviously the best, because they all work hard. He takes pride in everything he does, from his dragon's appearance to his own. His pride can be rather annoying, and he seemingly never puts it before a fall...
Except when it comes to his Weyrmate. While one would expect such an unrepentant flirt to never find a Weyrmate, he somehow has. And he is devoted. He truly loves her and loves to spar verbally with her, but if she's unhappy with him? Oh, should no one ever see that! The man will do anything to please her and make her happy again, and likely is teased by his peers about being a doormat.
As serious as his beloved Anzy is, M'cel is not nearly so. The man likes to have a good time, and he loves to tell stories. And he is chatty. He doesn't like to stop talking. He talks when he's excited, he talks when he's nervous. He even snores sometimes. (One wonders how An'za has kept herself from smothering him in his sleep.) While it's good to have someone who's unafraid to talk, there are many, many people who want to stuff a sock in his mouth and bind it shut.
Like many blue riders before him, M'cel suffers from little-dog syndrome. He's been scolded before for working too hard, pushing his dragon and himself to prove that they're both worth their spots in the Weyr. He tends to throw caution to the wind and acts far bigger than he is. The reason? He is utterly petrified of being worthless. Every dragon grows old, of course. Will he be useless when his dragon can no longer serve? A drain on the Weyr? Though he hopes not, he can't help but worry....
Strengths: Golden tongue, non-judging. Weaknesses: 'Little dog' syndrome, flirtatious, whipped.
History: Marcel comes from a typically normal Weyrborn life. He wasn't raised by his parents and never really knew who they were, though he'd been compared to a brown rider by some of the cavern workers. He wasn't bothered by that: He had a large family within the Weyr! From an early age, his natural good looks and his cheer made him popular with those in his age group. He was a cheerful, funny lad who got in as much trouble as possible.
Marcel learned to talk his way out of many situations, and the pranks were never mean spirited. They did give him a reputation for being an ornery, if good, child. He was proud of his natural charm and how well he got on with most people. As all children in the Weyr did, he stood for the first hatching after he came of age. Though it was amazing to see all of the hatchlings and the Impression, he was left on the sands. Undaunted, he cheerily returned to his normal life.
A few turns after the first hatching, something both amazing and awful happened: He met Anayza. She was a rather interesting girl; she didn't seemed charmed by him and had a biting wit. As she was a holdborn, the exuberant and annoying Marcel likely only worsened any pre-conceived opinions that she had about the Weyr. Seemingly infatuated with her, Marcel pestered her constantly. She was quick witted and sharped tongued, and that excited him. She wouldn't take any of his crackdust! They likely drove their candidatemaster into rages, as they could even make punishments out to be a competition. Anayza claimed that anything he could do she could do better, and he was going to give her a run for her marks!
The pair both stood for hatching some time later, likely annoying those around them with their bickering across the sands. ('What dragon would want a flirty braggart like you?' 'I bet more than would want a loud competitor like you! You'll scare them all away!') Finally, it was Marcel's turn to shine. He Impressed first to a lovely blue. Obviously delighted, M'cel wished her the very best of luck as he went off the sands. Of course, Anayza Impressed that same Hatching. M'cel wasn't surprised; she'd always given him a run for his marks. To let him 'win' now? She would have been more likely to have conjured a dragon from her own sheer will. Both passed on to being Weyrlings together, likely to the dismay of their Weyrlingmaster. M'cel liked to imagine that the Candidatemaster had cackled and proclaimed them the Weyrlingmaster's problem now.
After training was done, they were sorted into their squads. The bickering and seemingly endless contests continued. ("Sir, he's looking at me!" "Well, you're looking at me too! How else would you know?" "Last time I stopped looking at you, you put a bug in my hair." "I caught him for you. He was a gift. He had a name. He had a name, An'za." "...You named. A bug." "His name was Biff." "That sounds like squish." "He might have had a family!" And then they got punished for bickering, and turned it into a competition.) An'za was always very driven, which only made M'cel work harder to keep up. He wasn't about to let her win!
He did win, in a way. M'cel's dragon caught An'za's in her maiden flight. While she swore that he'd paid off the other men, and he swore that it was simply his dragon's amazing prowess, M'cel was very glad. To have someone else have their filthy paws over her, possibly harming her? It was too much to think about. Finally, after years of fighting and bickering, those in the Weyr who had placed their bets were rewarded: the pair weyrmated up. Like children who hide their affection behind taunting and fighting, the two had continued that far past the age it should have stopped at. They had one child who was raised in the normal weyr way, and is likely off terrorizing the Candidatemaster. At least the old one doesn't have to deal with ANOTHER one.
M'cel has continued to annoy An'za ever since, much to her likely displeasure.
Appearance: He is average in height, and his build is lean and lithe. He has black hair, but instead of being cropped short like so many others his is grown longer and pulled back. The hair itself is wavy, expecially so after a few hours under a riding helm. His skin is tanned, his eyes are dark brown and typically glittering with mischief. He tends to look a bit scruffy. He claims that he's rugged. We all know better. He's scruffy. You can't grow a beard, M'cel. Just stop while you're ahead.
His form and face are both pleasing, but he's no longer the twenty something that he was. His face shows a life filled with laughter and joy, with the creases by his eyes and mouth. He possesses a truly lovely smile and seems to be constantly showing it off.
Dragon Color Preference: Blue B:
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